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Time to talk
about homosexuality
Saturday, 17. April 2004
Just remember, no
matter how bad I get, I’m holding back a little!
Homosexuality. I've been wanting to talk about
homosexuality for some time, so this is the week and it's just like TV, if you
don't want to read it, you're in control ... don't.
I was talking
with someone the other day who mentioned in passing that they had just learned
that so and so was gay and could I believe it. I was as surprised to hear that
they had just "found out" as they were to hear that I had known for years. I
wondered how they could have not known since it was so obvious and the
conclusion was reached by them that I "knew what to look for."
I don't know
that I know what to look for. Who's looking? I think so often of the heartache,
sadness and anger we, as a family, were witness to over the years.
No one (male
or female) in their right mind would willingly be homosexual and set themselves
up for all of the animosity and hate that is directed toward them. That is
self-destructive. Sometimes we just cannot help who or what we are. To live a
lifetime of abuse from others who believe themselves to be above whatever
horrors one conjures up in one's mind about the fags, queers, perverts (and the
derogatory list goes on) cannot be a very happy life.
Would you choose that for yourself! Of course not. So why would they?
A few weeks
ago I wore a purple shirt to work. I guess it was Monday after a big Vikings
game. Someone walked up to my desk, saw the shirt and said, "Wow, Vikings fan?"
Something in me wanted to say, "No, gay pride," but I didn't. Next time, I just
might, we'll have to wait and see. I have no more of a problem with gay people
than I do with anyone else.
In any
event, when I mentioned that I have been thinking about doing a column on
homosexuality since the shirt incident, my statement was met with an anticipated
audible gasp. I don't profess to be all knowing about homosexuality, but I do
know that some I have met have proven to be the nicest people, with the
exception of one lesbian who seemed to be on a mission to inform the world of
her lifestyle by saying the word at least once in every sentence she spoke. She
was not nice at all. She needed a bath and clean clothes. She was an insult to
her "sisters." I didn't understand what she was trying to prove and I didn't try
to find out. I'm not one
and I don't want to be one, and she was probably thinking she wouldn't trade
places with me, so there you are.
We are a sad
lot, aren't we? I'm as guilty as anyone else. I make snap judgments and say
terrible things about others without even thinking about what I'm saying.
Sometimes when I'm on a roll I find myself suddenly listening to what I'm saying
and wonder where on earth it is coming from?
I have two
new friends. They came to see Bill the weekend before he passed away. They were
the nicest two men I have had the pleasure of meeting in many moons. They were
married about a month before they came to see Bill and he had planned to attend
the wedding. I don't understand two men getting married. None of my business.
They are professional men; one in the medical field and the
other business management. They don't bother anyone, don't ask for anything,
don't inflict hurt on others, are respectable citizens in their community, pay
their taxes and are buying their own home.
I just don't
know. What determines who is good and who is bad? When we see a male and female
together our first thoughts certainly aren't about what they do in their
bedroom. Why do we presume to know what homosexuals do and then dwell on it?
Leave them alone. Live your own life.
Why was that
young man in Wyoming beat to death then set on fire just because he was
homosexual? My God, who is the bad guy here? I don't get it.
I know the
Bible says it is an abomination against man. It also says God forgives. I better
not even go there, I'll really get into trouble.
I know God
loved Bill and Bill loved God. I have no problem with where Bill is now. Peace
at last for this wild and crazy guy who loved life and probably had as many
crazy happy days as bad ones.
I was
talking to my sister-in-law last Saturday and we got into this discussion about
life and how we treat each other. She said she has come to the place in her life
where she doesn't care what color a person is, what their sexual preference is,
whether they are fat, skinny, ugly, slovenly, etc., saying, "Let's all just be
good to each other."
I couldn't
agree more.
Sorry about
the diatribe. I tell ya, it was that darned purple shirt that got me started.
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