What This Means To Me...
So, I'm gay. I know. Big surprise. But I've been thinking about all that means to me. Yeah, so my family and friends will have the choice to accept or reject it, and with it, me. But why should I stress about that? That's their choice. Their response doesn't change who I am or how I love. It doesn't change the way my God chose to make me. It was HIS choice, not mine....but I'm glad He made the choice He did for me.
Some gays choose to reject God. They decide that since they think the Bible condemns what it is that we are, they can't accept the Bible. Either you accept the whole thing as the infallible word of God, and accept that it doesn't allow for a man to love and care for and cherish and be one with another man; or you don't. No grey area. One or the other. No questions. No compromise.
Me? I think that's overanalyzing. Why should I spend my life saying that everything has to line up? Everything has to make sense? Love doesn't have to make sense. Life doesn't have to make sense. Guess what: I'm human, I have finite comprehension, and I can choose to accept that or not. It seems to me that so many people are living their life, trying to make EVERYTHING around them make scientific or theological sense. Maybe I'm romantic, but who the hell cares? Really. All that matters to me is to enjoy living my life in a way that helps other people, makes this dark world a little bit lighter, and involves unquestionable love. Does God judge that?
I'm gay. What is gay? Does it only involve sex? If being gay means that I spend my life popping ecstasy and fucking whoever will hold still long enough for me to prick them or ride them, then I would rather be alone. I will not waste my life away devoting my entire existance worrying about the next or the last cock. I won't be the next episode of Queer as Folk. Even though that show has taught me so much, as a young, uneducated queer with no opportunies to learn or people to teach me, I don't want my life to become that of Brian Kinney. My life is way too short and way to important to care spend it that way.
To me, being gay means nothing more than this: I will love someone. That someone will love me in return. We will share with each other the important things in life. We will share all aspects of emotion. My love will be no different than that of a straight person. If nothing else it will be stronger. Stronger because I will face opposition and ignorance as a result of my love. Stronger because I will face unjustified condemnation as a result of my love. Stronger because I am gay.
But my love is no different. It is the same emotion. It is the same chemical reaction. But more importantly, it is the same REaction. The same commitment. The same...fucking...love...
Homosexual. Bisexual. Heterosexual. Transexual. What. The. Hell. Does. It. Matter?
In a world full of hatred, judgement, indifferance and question; I choose to care. I choose to love. Does this merit condemnation? Should the world hate me? Does God hate me?
I don't much care. It is what it is. I am who I am. I love how I love. Accept it or don't. I don't care. I can't care. This is me.
Some gays choose to reject God. They decide that since they think the Bible condemns what it is that we are, they can't accept the Bible. Either you accept the whole thing as the infallible word of God, and accept that it doesn't allow for a man to love and care for and cherish and be one with another man; or you don't. No grey area. One or the other. No questions. No compromise.
Me? I think that's overanalyzing. Why should I spend my life saying that everything has to line up? Everything has to make sense? Love doesn't have to make sense. Life doesn't have to make sense. Guess what: I'm human, I have finite comprehension, and I can choose to accept that or not. It seems to me that so many people are living their life, trying to make EVERYTHING around them make scientific or theological sense. Maybe I'm romantic, but who the hell cares? Really. All that matters to me is to enjoy living my life in a way that helps other people, makes this dark world a little bit lighter, and involves unquestionable love. Does God judge that?
I'm gay. What is gay? Does it only involve sex? If being gay means that I spend my life popping ecstasy and fucking whoever will hold still long enough for me to prick them or ride them, then I would rather be alone. I will not waste my life away devoting my entire existance worrying about the next or the last cock. I won't be the next episode of Queer as Folk. Even though that show has taught me so much, as a young, uneducated queer with no opportunies to learn or people to teach me, I don't want my life to become that of Brian Kinney. My life is way too short and way to important to care spend it that way.
To me, being gay means nothing more than this: I will love someone. That someone will love me in return. We will share with each other the important things in life. We will share all aspects of emotion. My love will be no different than that of a straight person. If nothing else it will be stronger. Stronger because I will face opposition and ignorance as a result of my love. Stronger because I will face unjustified condemnation as a result of my love. Stronger because I am gay.
But my love is no different. It is the same emotion. It is the same chemical reaction. But more importantly, it is the same REaction. The same commitment. The same...fucking...love...
Homosexual. Bisexual. Heterosexual. Transexual. What. The. Hell. Does. It. Matter?
In a world full of hatred, judgement, indifferance and question; I choose to care. I choose to love. Does this merit condemnation? Should the world hate me? Does God hate me?
I don't much care. It is what it is. I am who I am. I love how I love. Accept it or don't. I don't care. I can't care. This is me.
posted by Dustin at 10:36 PM
2 Comments:
When you masturbate to a mental image of a hot muscle god with bulging pecs and oozing, throbbing man meat, God masturbates with you.
Or something.
The Bible also says that anyone wearing anything other than cotton deserves to be stoned to death. If I were you, I would stick to the New Testament and the words of Jesus. Ignore the Old Testament. Read it for what it is, fun history full of incest, sex, and erotica (Songs of Solomon).
Wow... Wow
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