ah yes, craig about that word 'gay'.
that came along long after i had already been terrorized into silent submission [not all of us are over 7' tall ;-)] by culture that was never reticent to express its views around the subject of homosexuality. i grew up as a secret faggot, queer, etc; these nouns became our inner labels and they were always used in sentences where active verbs were also present to suggest a cure.
obviously the suggestion worked on modern day martyrs like matthew shephard
, who i doubt was feeling very 'gay' at the moment of his murder in cruciform on a barbed wire fence on a cold october night at the age of 21. no doubt in 1998 when he was brutally murdered, it never crossed his mind that just being matthew would warrant the death penalty.
once we got the 'ok' from ama in 1975 that homo's were actually ok. relief? not yet! the new hate got clothed in evangelical rhetoric that seems obsessed with pointing fingers at those oriented homosexually, while refusing to make note of the tragic state of heterosexual relationships.
well, at least now we have science on our side, even if god, according to many, still wants to spew us out of his mouth.
that's become the new reasoning and the last vestige of justification for all the hate and intolerance that is propagates today in the form of spiritual homo-cide.
and the new slang around gay labels, is born on the other side of a BIG BUT:
love the sinner, BUT......
there's the qualifier right there, the BIG BUT, giving anyone the right to bear this prejudice against another. to maybe even murder them physically if 'necessary'.
this crap still scares me even today. i guess that the victim talking in me. but, i don't care how you soften it, the murky spiritual climate of intolerance will never strike me with any less momentum, any less precision, any less impact, for as long as i am alive. a stick, a stone, a fist, a knife, a gun, a hatchet, a pair of angry hands around a neck. i'm not afraid of those; what i fear the most is what those external symbols represent: a justification to use at will the worst concealed weapons of the human heart.
shame on anyone who even dares even to consider applying such labels within earshot of a child. let them first walk from sun up to sun down in their skin. in the end, we'll see who has the millstones tied around their necks.
o my, that sounded like a curse.... i guess it is! those are strong words. shiver me timbers! i guess if the shoe fits....
now, back to my regularly scheduled preoccupation.... making lemonade and smiling all the while.
ps thanks for the new author. i look forward to checking his stuff.