There’s just so much energy birthed by the legalization of gay and lesbian marriages. I’ve got a lot of Christians in my Facebook and Instagram feeds that are acting like assholes. Gay and lesbians act like assholes too, of course. We all do. We’re all human, and we’re all assholes. But there’s just something so extra asshole about Christians posting shit about how being gay is a sin but Jesus loves us anyway.
They shove homosexuality into the same cell as drug use, pornography, cheating on your spouse, lust, gossip, gluttony and greed. But they do it passive aggressively. It feels sneaky. If I were a lesbian, I’d feel like shit. And not because I did anything wrong, but because I’d be made to feel like I don’t belong.
Humans are created for communion, for togetherness, and whether or not we support the new law, we all want to belong. If we are gay, we want to belong. If we are Christians, we want to belong. We need to be a part of something, and we need to feel accepted.
If I’m a Christian, I will cling to other Christians and their culture. A lot of Christians believe that being gay is a sin, so many Christians feel like if they stand up for their beliefs then they will belong more to their group of people. That sense of connectedness becomes more fulfilling. In the name of “love” they hurt gay people but the cost is worth it because it draws them closer to other Christians.
If I’m a lesbian, I too need to belong and feel accepted and because I know I am not welcomed in the Christian circle, I will cling harder to my group of people.
Blowing out another person’s flame won’t make ours shine any brighter. So let’s just agree to disagree on oh, I don’t know, religion and sexuality and whether or not we eat meat or if we load the motherfucking toilet paper with the paper bit coming out from the top or the bottom. And let’s just be together because we’re human. We have heartbeats and emotions and sometimes our armpits get a bit stinky. Some of us chew too loud or listen to One Direction or Steven Curtis Chapman. Or we sing in gay bars or we eat chicken that didn’t get to run in a fucking field somewhere for its entire 6 months of life. We live. We breathe. We are.
Judgement separates us from each other. I say we crucify the judgment, and put a rainbow sticker on it.
Love Suzy xo