Insidious

Yesterday I had lunch with a friend that I haven’t seen or contacted since the messy ending of high school. I’ve known her the longest of my friends, except Lala, since second grade in 1991.

It was interesting. Considering the length of silent time that had passed between us, and the circumstances of our last contact, I was a little nervous. Although the great watershed of 2001 didn’t involve her at all, I withdrew so totally from the world in 2002 that I didn’t contact her at all until facebook brought us back together. But then she didn’t contact me either, so I guess it’s a wash.

We met and hugged when we saw each other for the first time—and it was a real hug—and soon the conversation turned to my coming out. She didn’t make a big deal about it, saying only “Oh yes, I ran into Calla ages ago and she mentioned it” and asking how it went with my parents and Sister.

I explained how it happened and how “It” hasn’t been spoken about between Sister and I since then despite speaking of it loudly and often before I came out. “What kind of things did she say?” she asked. “Oh you know, always saying things like ‘the homosexuals want to get married, the homosexuals want to adopt, isn’t it awful’. Stuff like that.” She nodded in comprehension as I spoke. “I mean I don’t know what you believe about all this,” I added, thinking suddenly that I hate it when people talk to me about politics or religion and assume that I agree with them. The conversation progressed and I found myself asking her, “So what do you think about all this then?”

She paused before answering, choosing her words carefully. “Well,” she began, faltering. “Look,” I said, “tell me what you really think. Don’t worry about upsetting or offending me. Whatever you say you’re not going to change my mind, I’m not going to change yours, and we’re both old enough to agree to disagree.” She smiled and told me that, like Sister, she doesn’t believe same sex attraction to be sinful, but she does see same sex contact as sinful. I was expecting this so I rolled with the punches and asked her to continue. She admits she cannot fathom how difficult it must be, for which I thanked her, but that God knows what is best for us so just because humans can come up with logical conclusions and justifications, doesn’t mean it’s actually good for us. This, too, I was expecting. I had previously made the point that I don’t believe Christianity to hold the patent on marriage, since it existed before the time of Christ. To this she she responded that just because marriage existed before Christ doesn’t mean that it wasn’t created by God and revealed or explained through him. I had to agree but of course it could very well be that this is not the case, rather (as I feel) that it was created by God for loving couples, not genders or sexes.

The conversation progressed and mentioned that she had two friends who “had struggled with same sex attractions”. One, she said “doesn’t do anything with guys…for now” (she added the “for now” in as an afterthought, as if she didn’t think it would last for long), the other has overcome these desires and is now in a relationship with a girl. I fumed, but I said nothing. Since then I’ve thought of a million responses but I was totally lost for words upon this revelation.

On the way home I mulled over what had been said. I felt such sorrow for the poor boy who has deluded himself into thinking that being gay is something to be ashamed of or something to be corrected. As many of you know, acknowledging that one is gay is hard, accepting it harder still; I felt for the poor boys and girls, men and women out there who go from acknowledgement straight into correction and suppression mode. I felt for the men and women they get involved with in their quest for heterosexuality. I felt for the children that are born into these doomed relationships. I don’t deny it can be done, to a point, if one discounts the psychological damage done—self-denial with enough vehemence must surely work in some cases—but I absolutely reject the entire “ex-gay movement” ethos nonetheless.

I find it repugnant that so many powers-that-be in Christian churches advocate this kind of inhumane quasi-therapy from their exalted pulpits. I find it repugnant that many adherents to Christianity believe homosexuality to be a pathological problem, something that needs to be cured. They base their homophobia on the Bible, on science of anatomy, on reason, on anything they can find; and all so that they can hate and discriminate against queer folk with a clear conscience. Basic relationship recognition is dismissed as “special treatment” when they fail to recognise that the present system is the selective one, not the proposed amendments in which any two people marry.

So that’s it. There’s no need to write about it any further, I think I’ve made my stance clear. It just makes me so sad that such insidious homophobia exists, all without the person even knowing it.