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Sick Of It.

While working on homework this afternoon, I had the local NPR station on for a couple of reasons: I like to hear what’s going on in the country and we get extra credit in Sociology if we keep a log of when we listen to NPR. I’m always a sucker for extra credit.

I listened to the program “Talk of the Nation”. Today’s topic of “How The Christian Right Hurts Democracy” somehow jumped over to a discussion about homosexuality. Again.

Color Me Shocked.

I am so sick and tired of people going on and on about gays and lesbians. What is the friggin’ preoccupation with the sexual orientation of others? We’ve always been here, we’ll always be here, there’s no true way to “change” us so why waste all the hot air debating gay men and women like they’re some sort of lab rat.

I am tired of it.

The way I see it is this: I’m gay. I always have been. I always will be. I grew up in a well-adjusted home from a morally “normal” family. Truth be known, the values instilled in my sister and I were probably five to ten years behind the times. My family leaned conservative, though my city bred mother made us appreciate the more open-minded view of things. My mother didn’t make me gay. My father didn’t make me gay. Nothing made me gay. I’m just gay. That’s it. It’s the way I’m hard wired and the only way to make me not gay is to shut me down completely. No chemical or psychological therapy, no other barbaric means of treatment or self-denial is going to “cure” me. There’s nothing to cure and I would fight to the death to protect myself or any other gay man or lesbian to assure that they are respected for who they are. I was made this way. God, Buddah, Azna, The Universe, dancing chromosones, whomever or whatever added gay to my genetic equation and that’s it. Would I want to be straight? Absolutely not, because then I wouldn’t be who I am. I would be another person and I quite happy with myself, thank you very much.

So to all these religious bible beating freaks that want the world to fit into their narrow minded view, listen to me. Shut up. Just shut up. If you want to dance around and get sweaty and live your life by a book that’s been folded, spindled and mutiliated six thousand ways from Sunday then go have yourself a ball. That’s your right and I will never question why you believe what you believe. It’s quite frankly none of my business. Just do me the same honor and let me be and leave me alone. If God wants a change, he/she/it/they will come down and swoop me up and we’ll go from there.

By the way – have you ever thought what would happen if a UFO landed somewhere prominent, and a young alien came out and scooped up a Bible and said: “So that’s where I left that book of nursery rhymes.”

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  1. You echo one of my earlier posts, although much more well spoken that I was. Here here, brother-sister-man!

    I found your blog post to be quite well-spoken as well. -J.P.

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