I know this has been an ongoing thing here on ATS so I do not expect anything to come of this, I just wanted to share my view point. It is not
politically motivated. It is not bias. I have stripped away all of my ulterior motives in writing this so it comes from the heart and nothing else.
I used to be confused by gay people. By homosexuals. By "sinners" as my oh so accepting (sarcasm) Southern Baptist community and family called
them...and yet, I always knew that was wrong. Growing up, I was always conflicted with what the church said and what they did. I saw the hypocrisy but
when I would question it there would be someone right there with a sing song answer and a smile to assure me that they meant well in their words. I
found some teachings along the way that I have held onto but most I have let go out of disgust once the veil was pulled from my eyes.
The few teachings I retained are simple.
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
"Judge not lest ye be judged."
"Let he without sin cast the 1st stone."
"Love thy neighbor."
I do falter in these views from time to time (no one is perfect) but for the most part I try to practice these in my day to day life.
I remember the time my views changed on people as a whole, regardless of lifestyle.
There was a boy I went to high school with that ended up in the same therapists office as mine (Long story). His name was Justin Espy. I remember how
I had always heard weird things about him and with my "religious views" I tended to avoid "those people". I remember him talking to me openly as we
sat in the waiting room together. We talked about why each other was there and how #ed up our parents were and how people at school thought we were
weirdos (and we were) and about pretty much everything.
I never saw him after that day but I think about him often. About how scared he must have been and how horrible he must have felt being brought there
to "talk" out the gay. I mean we both had horrible reasons to be there and both of us were hiding things from the world but I just remember watching
him and being enamored by him for some reason. I saw him as strong and I wanted to be that strong too. To be able to hide away the part of me people
hated and just "act normal". Obviously that is also not healthy...but I digress... He made me promise not to tell.
My point is, he changed my opinions just by being himself. He wasn't trying to hurt anyone or harm anyone's way of life.... he just wanted to be
himself. I saw him as a human being who just wanted to be loved and that's when I knew all the things about the "terrible gays" were completely
I see him in the victims. I see a kid who struggled and was bullied through school just to make it to a place of solitude and be shot down in a
senseless act of violence. I see someone who has taken years of # just to have it all end for not. I see someone who just wanted acceptance shot down
in a place where they found solitude.
Death is inevitable but the nature of death at this magnitude is heartbreaking. We are all human beings. We are all just searching for someone to love
us in return for our own devotion.
Be good to each other.
edit on 13-6-2016 by SomeDumbBroad because: My friend contacted me through a series of channels on the interwebs and
apparently is alive and well. Does not change my feelings on the situation but I do feel a bit less sad knowing that he is still alive and thriving.