Momma Angel wrote:jespah,
Thank you so much for your post. It's helping me a great deal to understand things. I'm getting to see things through the eyes of others on this and it is helping me. But, it is still confusing me somewhat also.
It's hard to deal with these "religious" views in this context but I know that I need to. I have to be willing to have enough faith to look for the truth about this.
Wondering things about how hard it may be for someone in this situation to even have to think about what someone else might think has to be at the very least, disheartening.
I don't know where I will end up on this issue yet. I'm not even going to venture a guess. There are a lot of years behind me with a certain way of thinking and I wasn't even willing to get "intimate" with this issue so it may take some time and a lot of introspection and plenty of explaining from everyone. I appreciate your help.
Hey, it's understandable. I grew up in a town where calling someone a "fag" was the worst insult, but it was also an insult that was handed out to people who we'd call nerds or geeks now -- so I was called that quite a bit while growing up. Didn't help that I didn't have a boyfriend in the area (I had had camp boyfriends, but sheesh, they were in Maine, not Long Island) until, um, I think I was about 14 or so. I guess someone calling me that was their way of pointing out, "Look how different she is!" Then again, this is also where I experienced anti-Semitism, so the picking on culture existed for all sorts of reasons. Teachers did not intervene, but I'm not so sure I recall too much going on while they were around. In any event, after I was in college, and came back on break, I went to a club with a bunch of friends and was only semi-surprised to learn that G___ was gay. And, oddly enough, I think he was called a fag less often than the rest of us in that group.
I also met a lot of gay people in college. I ate in the Vegetarian Dining Hall and it was an accepting place for a lot of things, so not only was it vegetarians and people who kept kosher who were bored with the Kosher Dining Hall, but it was also punk rockers, gay folks and really anyone who was at all fringe-y. I recall learning my friends R___ and P___ were not only gay, but were a couple. Huh? Then R__ told me, that when they and I and my roommate D___ were all eating dinner the previous evening, he and P___ had been holding hands at the table, hands on the table. And D___ and I had both been oblivious. Was that acceptance? Or not wanting to see? I don't know.
I do know that a pledge for my sorority, M___, decided against initiating because she was (is still, I suppose, I haven't talked to her in years) gay and felt weird, and thought the other girls would have felt even weirder.
Such things people have to worry about! I was just listening to the radio, and Elton John and Kiki Dee's song, "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" played. And that came out right about the time he came out of the closet. What a world we live in, he had to pretend even while singing. To be acceptable. To, yes, make a buck. Man.
PS I was also - heh - hit on at the Veg. Dining Hall. I was serenaded with a chorus of Tommy Tutone's "867-5309". I was semi-flattered and embarrassed, as I recall, but I was also 18 or 19 at the time. Damn, I haven't thought of that in years.