I repeat: One way to tell whether someone is even halfway qualified to enter into a discussion about Christianity is to ask them why the Bible says God destroyed Sodom. Not what they think, but what their holy book actually says. If they claim it was “teh gay,” you’re dealing with either an idiot or a liar (or both), and can safely ignore any other prattle that comes out of their slack-jawed, drooling orifice.

Want to know what it actually says Sodom was destroyed for (in Ezekiel)? Being arrogant, gluttonous, and not taking care of the poor.

Gee, sound like any country you know?

Oh, sure it also mentions unspecified “abominations,” none of which were apparently important enough to get their own entry on the list, yet  these laughably named so-called “fundamentalists” keep insisting that “teh gay” is specified.

If these religious zealots are really worried about their god destroying the country for “sin” (which originated as an archery term, by the way, that simply meant “to fall short of the mark/target”), they should focus more on issues like arrogance, conspicuous consumption, and care for the poor, and less on denying gay people their civil rights.

(BTW in addition to Old Testament law–which mentions shellfish and wearing mixed-fabric clothing in the same breath as homosexuality, putting them on equal footing–it is also worth mentioning that their favorite New Testament mention comes from Paul, who, first off, iirc didn’t use any of the then-current terms to refer to homosexuality, and who might have been referring to pederasty, a common practice at the time. And even if he was referring to gay people, the only action he recommended towards offenders was that they be tossed out of the church–not that they should be denied legal rights. Paul also claims that anyone who teaches that women are allowed to cut their hair or speak in church will be eternally damned, and claims to have more authority than messengers sent directly from God.)

anonymous asked:

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keeping u in my gay prayers

Okay so I found my dead grandfather’s journal from 56 years ago. This is some old stuff, okay, and I was like yeah I’m gonna read a page or two. 

Basically he wrote down this road trip he did with a friend of his (name is Giulio) but at some point it gets so weird.

I’ll try my best to translate it from italian to english (english is not my first language) and well, I’m also having a hard time trying to read my gandpa’s writing cause he wrote like a drunk snail.

Now, beware, my grandfather was an italian man dedicated to work, church, work and work, who believed in the traditional family and all that Jazz. But at some point I reach this part where he writes: “yesterday me and Giulio slept in the same tent as mine was stolen at the gas station. As it was really cold, we slept close. In the middle of the night I realized that the warmth next to me did not belong to my Nadia (his fiancé at the time, my grandmother). It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt”.

And I was like allright that’s some weird no homo bullshit but who cares.


“I was having a cigarette whilst Giulio was asleep in the car, having a nap before we hit the road again. In the midst of the smoke of my tobacco, I saw his face and thought that the woman who is going to marry him will be lucky”.

Grandpa, what the hell? 


“We shared a bed. Old motel did not have spare rooms, it was awkward at first. Then I started thinking that the warmth of Giulio’s body is somehow becoming more familiar to me then Nadia’s.”

Now, I have like seventy more pages of this goddamn journal but I am pretty fucking sure my gandfather had the worst crush over his best friend.

The complete post X


Nearly every year, for the past thirty years, Frances Goldin has gone to New York City Pride holding a sign that reads, “I adore my lesbian daughters. Keep them safe.” (x)

“Since the beginning of the parade, I’ve been going and waving my sign,” Goldin said. “It sort of hit a nerve with people, particularly those whose parents rejected them. The response to the sign is always so great — it urges me to keep going.”

“Everybody would come running up to her and cry, kiss her, and say, ‘Would you call my mother?’ or ‘Would you be my mother?’” her daughter, Sally, explained. 

“She’d take down names and addresses and write letters to these kids’ mothers!” 

When asked about all the young LGBT parade-goers who have begged her to speak to their own mothers, Goldin replied, “I think I changed a few people’s minds and I’m glad about that. Everyone should support their gay and lesbian children, they’re missing a lot in life if they don’t.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.