“We want to make the public see that we love the homosexuals, but we don’t think it’s right nor should it be accepted,” said a local student.
You want to show them that they are loved? How? Just what, exactly, have you done to show them that they are loved? By attempting to create and environment where gay students can abandon any sense of self-respect or integrity and play at being just like you or be ostracized? It’s pretty fucked up to call that “love”.
Well those gay students are nothing like you, and I’m happy for it. Unlike you, those LGBT students are not trying to dictate who you love, and what qualities in a mate you should find appealing. I don’t know if that’s love, but it’s certainly kindness and respect, which is a damn sight more than they’re getting from you. At the very worst, it’s apathy, which is still more kind treatment than what gay students are receiving.
Diana Medley is a special education teacher at the school who will tell you how much she cares about her gay students.
“Homosexual students come to me with their problems, and I don’t agree with them, but I care about them.”
“‘Do you think they have a purpose in life?’ No I honestly don’t. Sorry, but I don’t. I don’t understand it. A gay person isn’t going to come up and make some change unless it’s to realize that it was a choice and they’re choosing God,” said Medley.
No purpose in life? There are lots of reasons to live that don’t include paying lip service to the same god that supposedly thought cancer was a great idea when he was creating the earth. And you can damn sure have a more noble purpose in life than living by the moral rules of the bible. If you rank bowing to the moral conclusions of a handful of zealots from the first century over spending time with family, playing video games, holding a loved one’s hand, or even scooping the fucking litterbox, you are missing this whole thing called “life” that is happening all around you. And if you think that all of those things are meaningless as a purpose for living because only caring about what those same people from the first century wanted you to do with your life can give someone a reason to live, your intelligence is probably rivaled by the contents of said litterbox.
Seriously, I’m sick of Christians putting the most transparent callousness on display and calling it love. At that dance, there will be students who care deeply for their partners (who happen to be of the same sex) and who care deeply about their partner’s happiness. That’s what love looks like. If you want to see a bunch of people who love themselves, whose children are as full of pretension and privilege, and just as shameless about it, as the parents who raised them, all while insisting that this equates to love of others, then go to the other prom. Just look for the big crucifix.