Following a series of chats an acquaintance of mine and I had over the last few weeks regarding my sexual orientation, he posted this little tidbit on Facebook the other day: “When sexuality moved from being a verb (what you DO) to a noun (who you ARE), it was a #badmove, the aftershocks of which continue to decimate.”
It’s too bad he didn’t have the guts to just reach out and slap me across the face when he had the chance while we were sitting in Panera Bread talking the other day.
That’s the effect his statement had on me when I read it.
Of course, he was talking about every other sexual orientation except anything considered straight. But, I wonder, if he would embrace this same mentality for his own personal sexual orientation. It would go something like this – that he isn’t heterosexual, he just has heterosexual sex. I seriously doubt it.
Here’s the thing. He was one of the people I thought I could trust in beginning “the conversation” that I’ve written about lately. He’s a leader in the church. I really didn’t expect him to embrace all that I was telling him, but I thought he had enough intestinal fortitude to respect me. I anticipated that he would have a mind and heart to listen and hear me out. Turns out, that he must have been a million miles away while I was pouring my heart out to him.
I’m really sick of this. I’m sick of hearing this from the church. I’m sick of religious folk being so damn blissfully happy in their ignorance. I’m sick of the church considering LGBTQ people substandard…subhuman…(to use his word) “decimated.”
This, my friend – if you happen to read this blog post – is the reason you and the church cannot get a conversation started with the LGBTQ community.