I'm just sick of them rubbing it my face. I don't "hate" them, I just don't want to see it. They can do it in the privacy of their own home, but stop forcing it down my throat.
Familiar arguments against the LGBT community? Nope. It's my reaction to the two different church groups that came to my door today to "save" my soul.
After resisting the urge to turn on my sprinklers or answer the door in the nude, I had to laugh at the hypocrisy of religious groups that want to convert the world to their viewpoint and shout their faith from the mountaintops (or from my porch), yet tell LGBTs to not live openly.
While I am obviously not a big fan of organized religion, I respect others' rights to worship as they please. Just please stop trying to get me to do it with you.
And stop doing it so early in the morning on a weekend.
The problem I have is this burning need to convert everyone to their particular worldview. It is a basic tenet of many faiths- go and spread the "good word" to save poor sinners like me. Too many times these aren't just "personal beliefs" to live by in your private life, but a map of how everyone should act.
Yes, the same groups that say I am "flaunting my sexuality" by being openly gay or (gasp) wanting equal rights regularly come knocking on my door to shove their beliefs in my face. And they somehow fail to see the hypocrisy in this.
My unwanted visitors today tried different tactics. After realizing I was "a gay" (I'm mean, it's not hard to figure out when I come to the door holding my little dog in a rainbow shirt), one group tried to uncomfortably skirt the fact with code phrases like "oh, we're all sinners" and "God can heal anything". I managed to resist rolling my eyes as I closed the door. It was a little early in the morning for subtle homophobia.
The other group was more overt in their condemnation. The lead evangelist told me how I was living was a sin, to which I replied "What? When did being a homeowner become a sin? Or is it because I eat shellfish? Did you catch me coveting my neighbor's possessions?"
I can be a bit snarky in the morning.
The group seemed a bit aghast that I would make light of their very serious condemnation, saying "Hell is no laughing matter, son."
I resisted the urge to get angry and started laughing instead. It all just struck me as terribly funny that these people were invading my home, telling me how to live and that I was going to hell, and I was still in my pajamas.
Yes, I was working at the terrible gay agenda by unloading the dishwasher.
When they saw I was just smiling and shaking my head instead of falling to my knees to beg for forgiveness, they looked at me as if I was spewing green pea soup like in "The Exorcist." Still giggling, I politely told them I was happy with who I am and that they should leave, then closed the door. I watched through the peephole as they stood looking at each other and shaking their heads. Another sinner slipped through their fingers.
For all the charges of gays trying to "recruit" others to their "lifestyle", it's funny how the only people I see going door to door to get new members are the antigay religious forces.
Now back to unloading my dishwasher and flaunting my gayness...