I try not to get caught up in other people’s drama.1 I’m busy, there’s so little time, and I have dog poop to pick up.
That is why I have a hard time getting excited about the whole “gay rights” debate. The saga is ridiculous to me because I cannot understand why “opponents” of gay rights/marriage even care if two men or women get married and raise children.
It has nothing to do with them. No one is asking for money, any particular action, or seeking to corrupt straight children. Heck, Lesbians might even do a better job than straight moms at raising well-adjusted teens.2
The opposition to gay rights is simply a basket of ignorance. The entire saga is exhausting, and again, I have dog poop to pick up.
And although I cannot usually be bothered to care, a 2L brought this to my attention:
Pastor Tom Brock blamed twister on gays. Turns out, yep, he’s gay.
Remember when a tornado struck downtown Minneapolis last year and broke the cross atop a downtown church?
Minneapolis Pastor Tom Brock made a whole bunch of waves by suggesting that the twister was God’s retribution for the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America voting at its national convention in Minneapolis that day to take up — and pass — a resolution that allows for openly gay clergy could serve as ministers.
“The apostasy is now complete” in the ELCA, he told conservative Christian radio host David Wheaton not long afterward.
So we assume he’s going to step down. Because he’s gay, it turns out. Lavender outed him in its most recent issue.
The closeted religious man/politician is nothing new, but this story makes me wonder if that many real straight people actually care about opposing gay rights or if the bulk of this opposition is the product of a small group of closeted people trying desperately to deny their fabulousness.
I suspect that most straights have more relevant things to worry about, like picking up dog poop.
1 That is why I am a firm believer in the vogue phrase: “I don’t like that bitch, I don’t see her.”
2 They also tend to look like Justin Bieber (or La Roux) and wear fierce bermuda shorts. What else do you need?