A couple days ago, one of my family members told me they still thought I was, “a sinner for being gay,” and compared this immutable part of me to adultery. I found out that several close family members think this or are “on the fence” as well. Well played, Evangelical Christianity.
He said he was ignorant to the subject and hadn’t read any books on homosexuality other than what he has heard from the B.I.B.L.E.
He nor any of my immediate family has read my book- which is fine. I didn’t expect them to. Break the Violent Fetters was written for those who needed to read that truth. He followed up with the classic, “BUT I still love ya.”
After the shock, I explained why they were wrong, that it was hurtful, that it was purposeful patriarchal ignorance masquerading as religious piety.
And then I took my power back.
“Thank you for letting me know. You’ve actually inspired me,” I said.
They were surprised by my reaction.
I continued, “Your opinion doesn’t change my worthiness.
It just means there’s more work to be done.”
It’s been said, by wiser men than I:
“The wound is where the light enters,” -Rumi.
“My people perish for lack of knowledge,” Hosea 4:6.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer,” -Camus.
“You are the universe in ecstatic motion,” -Rumi.
“The crack is where the light gets in,” -Cohen.
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced,” -James Baldwin.
“We could be heroes….”
“… Just for One Day,” -Bowie.