yesterday, I was at the coffee shop when two brown men walked in. These men sat next to each other and I was puzzled by their sitting position. Like come on, if it were just them, why not sit as any one would sit in a booth. Their sitting position screamed #Nohomo and in my head, I was like oh please! Until I saw them trying to hold hands under the table. I texted Mel and Esha, and I was crying because my heart couldn’t hold it.
Eventually, Mel and I went to a different coffee shop, and I met the most beautiful man ever. I was comfortable with him and I can’t remember what he said, and I jokingly asked if he had a gf. Eventually, I learned that he likes boys. Curious me wouldn’t leave that topic alone, as it is of huge interest to me. I kept exploring and asking him questions, and when he left, my heart was heavy.
I am ever grateful for the friendship I have with Mel. Mel and I started talking about how the church has failed the #LGBTQ community, and from there, I learned a couple more stories and I cried.
I couldn’t put my self to sleep, so I called Esha. Man do I love her!? She stayed on the phone with me while I cried and cried.
Not only did the stories of these strangers hit me, it left me broken and even more confused.
Yesterday night, I went on my computer and started writing. This poem took weeks to finish but I needed to meet and hear the stories of this people for this poem to come to completion.
Long before religion was ever a thing, sexuality existed. The inherent desire to want and need someone—whether same sex or opposite.
The topic of sexuality is not as black and white as the church makes it seem. There are grey areas that must be addressed with cAution.
If you ask a gay person to “stop being gay” which by the gay is a dumb thing to say, you’re asking them to remain single for the rest of their lives. Because for some of them, what you call “conversion miracle” is not and cannot be their reality. Given that sexuality is a huge part of who we are, you’re asking them to stop being human.