I have a suggestion which might actually clear things up a bit: Lauralee, St. Zero, et al, fuck you.
I’m really just not interested in having a conversation with someone who comes into the conversation with the primary position that my existance is immoral. I’m supposed to be all opened minded and shit and acknowledge your right to that opinion, but fuck you. I’m supposed to be open minded about your opinion, but you can choose not to be open minded about my existance? Fuck you.
For you to say “I love the sinner but hate the sin” is bullshit. Fuck you. “I love the short man but hate the shortness.” There is no distinction. For you to insist that there is, is a fiction born of ignorance, and I don’t have to recognize the validity of any opinion based on such a fiction.
Your defenders say, “That’s just their opinion. That’s just the way they feel.” That’s bullshit. You have no right to feel that my existance is immoral.
For you to say homosexuality is immoral is exactly the same thing as saying “having six toes is a sign of the devil,” and I don’t have to acknowledge your “right” to say so.
Of course, I never meant to suggest you don’t have a legal right to say whatever stupid thing you want to say, and for those of you who want to object to my prior statements refusing to grant the ignorant the right to have an opinion about the moral nature of my existence, I offer you a great big roll of the eyes. I would never suggest, for example, that people who hold an unpopular political opinion do not have the right to march with signs; let the world see how stupid they are.
But you have not earned the right, as a human being, to express an opinion about the morality of my existance. In the first place, it’s nonsensical: what’s your view of the morality of time? the morality of north? In the second place, say we were to participate in a discussion of art, a subject more open to opinion than most. If you were to begin the discussion from the position that “red is immoral,” I would not grant you the validity of that opinion; you do not come to the discussion equipped with the proper tools, and I would refuse to grant you the right to participate.
Your “opinion,” your “feelings,” feed this disease that I have in my life. You are a disease in my life, and I am nothing in your life. I must spend a great chunk of my time on this planet fighting the disease that you incubate and spread in order to try to live that life, which I did not choose, and which was given to me just as your was give to you. You take from my time on the planet; I do not take from yours. So fuck you.
I’m going to try to fit this into your mythology. The devil has tempted you to close off your heart to a part of god’s creation by whispering in your ear the insidious lie that you can distinquish the homosexual from his homsexuality. You have failed your god by indulging that temptation.
I hope you have children that turn out gay. You will conform your life to the devil’s whispered temptation and teach your children to hate themselves. And they will someday grow to understand that their only hope for happiness lies in learning to hate you, because you are the sin.