Drain Bead, I adore you. I have rarely run across such an eloquent explanation of why gay people resent such analogies. Can I quote you?
In regards to the OP: I personally used to have some friends who were fundamentalist Christian. I am also a Christian, but a liberal one. They all knew I was gay and had the “love the sinner, hate the sin” sort of mentality, which bothered me to an extent, but we did reach an understanding about one another’s opinions. One girl in particular was like a sister to me.
Then quietgirl and I started dating, and all Hell broke loose. Pun intended. You see, I had previously been dating someone who lived quite a distance away, and quietgirl and I went to the same school. I guess they couldn’t handle having it “right in their faces.” Not that we ever gave any inclanation that we were dating while in school.
One day in August before my senior/quietgirl’s junior year, these five fundamentalist friends invited quietgirl and I to one of their houses after band camp. We went. They blocked in my car and proceeded to talk with us for about two hours. The highlights of what I was informed of and experienced:
I’m the tool of Satan.
Quietgirl is a weak willed girl who parrots my opinon.
I made her gay.
I made my male best friend gay.
I’m not a Christian.
I’m going to Hell.
Then they tried to exorcise the homosexual demons from us. A bunch of teenage kids performing an exorcism. They were speaking in tongues and all.
I should explain that quietgirl is nicknamed so for a reason. When she’s confronted, she stammers and doesn’t like talking. She was too upset to say anything during the whole ordeal.
Also, at that point in time, we were in a difficult spot in our relationship- we were in the process of telling our friends that we were dating, which was very hard as quietgirl realized she was gay when we fell for each other, so no one knew about her. In fact, one of the fundamentalist girls was her best friend, and we were planning on telling her knowing full well she wouldn’t take it well. Instead of us telling her, the other fundamentalists did. How dare they… how dare they do any of that to us.
It was one of the worst nights of my life. The aftermath was that our circle of friends was utterly divided and I didn’t speak to any of them again. Actually, I had to threaten them with a harrassment suit first, as they were writing letters and witnessing to us every chance they got. My own minister was shocked when I told her of the incident and made a whole lot of phone calls…
Oh, and quietgirl and I are still together and happy.
I am so bitter. I still do not know how to get rid of my anger at such a betrayal. I’m trying, but it’s not easy.
So you can perhaps understand why I now dislike fundamentalism. I know that they don’t represent the whole fundamentalist community. However, I feel that they represent the attitudes against homosexuality.
I did not choose this. Whenever someone informs me that I made a choice, they are displaying breathtaking ignorance.
Do I bash fundamentalists? Not as such. But I do think that, for the most part, the God they worship is one based on falsehoods, hateful misinterpretations, and delusions of grandeur. And I have yet to meet an evangelical fundamentalist that changes my mind.
andygirl