
Originally Posted by
Umbriel
What?!?!
I swear I must have done drugs in a past life, or maybe I've just hit my head to many time in this life.
Disease!
Yeah, it's a disease, let's all go down to the clinic and get our vacination... don't forget your booster shots kids! Quarantine them all! Get the hand gel and the Lysol!
I have been around gay people all my life, and NONE of them chose it. In fact most fought it. Some unfortunately hurt others by denying who they were. You can only fight it so long before it destroys you, or others around you.
Perhaps, if people stopped treating GAY as something that can be cured, and started realizing that who you love does not matter, the world will be a better place.
It is not simply a choice. People don't just wake up one day, and say hey I'll take a slice of gay with my mashed potatoes. It's something that is there. It's just a matter of when they recognize it, and if they choose to fight it. Worse yet is when they have people around them saying it's wrong, and can be "fixed" or "cured".
When my Dad passed away suddenly, I had to put in a transfer. Someone needed to care for my Mom and youngest sister. I couldn't just leave, I had to wait for the transfer, and take care of them at the same time. I wasn't sure how I would be able to do this. I had lent a friend some money to put a down payment on their house. They came to me and said they had prayed and G_d had told them that I had been guided to lend the money so they (my friend had an 18 year old son) could have a home, and that now it was their time to help me. They had an extra room, and they were supposed to let me stay there, and I only had to pay for my own food. That way I could send my wages down to my Mom and sister. Blah, blah, blah...
Any way. I wasn't even fully moved in, and had been there for about 2 or 3 hours before it all happened. My friend had asked me to go to their "church" a few times (Pentecostal). I nicely said yes. I was different from what I had experienced before, but... well... whatever. Well my friend says that we can all go to church together every night. I politely declined. My friend started freakin' out saying about how they had been gay before, and had I know it?
No.
Well, I can't have you here, you're tempting me, and my spiritual adviser says you have to leave. He and his wife will stay with me till I am okay.
SAY WHAT?
I had never know they were gay, sorry HAD BEEN gay. Pahlease! One of the things that had turned me off from their church was when one of the members who had "shared his story" with me. He had told me how he had once been gay, but that the Pentecostal church had cured him. CURED him! His words, not mine. What a crock!
This is just one example of how others get hurt when who you are is denied. One moment I was a part of G_d's plan, the next I was the snake in the garden waving an apple. All because their church said that being gay was a sickness that could be cured.
I have another friend that says he always knew he was gay, but that his father was military, it he just couldn't admit it. He went into the military as well. He even went so far as to get married and have a son. Problem was that once he found the love of his life, he could no longer fight who he was. His only regret is that he did not come out sooner.
People should not be judged on if they love the same sex, or they opposite sex. Who cares who you love, so long as you love.
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