If our relationships are not all about sex, then we must not make homosexuality a matter of concern.
Reducing a group to a slur or stereotype reduces us all.
They wouldn’t beat him up. They wouldn’t break his ribs. He knew that. But they had other ways of breaking him – with silence, with disappointment, with disapproval.
Now is not the time for bigots and racists. No time for sexists and homophobes. Now, more than ever, is the time for ARTISTS. It’s time for us to rise above and to create. To show humanity. To spread hope. We must prevent society from destroying itself, from losing its way. Now is the time for love.
If your house ain’t in order, you ain’t in order. It is so much easier to be out there than right here.
Our love of lockstep is our greatest curse, the source of all that bedevils us. It is the source of homophobia, xenophobia, racism, sexism, terrorism, bigotry of every variety and hue, because it tells us there is one right way to do things, to look, to behave, to feel, when the only right way is to feel your heart hammering inside you and to listen to what its timpani is saying.
The Bible is still the only dirty book I’ve ever read, at least in its current incarnation as a weapon of the homophobes. Bible scholarship keeps trying to catch up, proving that all the hatred of gay is just stupid translation, though the snake-oil preachers don’t want to hear it.
I’ve fought for religious freedom and I can tell you that anti-gay ‘religious freedom’ bills aren’t it.
Fear is the intended result of codifying homophobia into law.