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Thrown Away for Being Gay
Over at ThinkProgress, Zack Ford quotes and verifies a letter from a father disowning his son for being gay. Here's an excerpt:
Don't expect any further conversations with me. No communications at all. I will not come to visit, nor do I want you in my house.
You've made your preference though wrong it may be. God did not intend for this unnatural lifestyle.
If you choose not to attend my funeral, my friends and family will understand.
Read it in full. It's heartbreaking.
Yes, I often celebrate here how much LGBT rights are winning. But here's what we haven't won: protection for children growing up in families that possess been taught to examine their own offspring an abomination if they were gay.
About ten years ago, when I was doing public speaking on marriage equality, I found myself talking to LGBT college kids across the land. The best part was getting to spend moment with the kids who volunteered to pick me up from the airport and ferry me to and from my hotel. But I was stunned by how often I heard the same story: This girl or boy's parents had kick
I was a young gay dude in the 80s who got by on survival sex
The Seattle Times dropped a bombshell on the local political scene last week, publishing a lengthy account of interviews with three separate men who claim that Mayor Ed Murray paid them for sex while they were underage gay drug abusers in the s.
The men – two of whom met Murray beginning in when he lived in Portland, and the third, a dude who filed a civil suit alleging Murray did the equal to him beginning in , after Murray had moved to Seattle – gave similar stories.
This is truly gnarly stuff. Cash for sex, which was then used to feed drug habits. These sort of allegations, when credible, can abruptly end political careers. No doubt would-be mayoral candidates, scared off this year by Murray’s formidable war chest, are looking anew at their contact lists.
There’s a lot I don’t like about Murray’s register as mayor, starting especially with how he exploits our most vulnerable residents for political points while doing far less than you’d think to help them. But this is much bigger than that. The civil suit doesn’t e
My Gay Adventures in the Middle East
It was one of those balmy Beirut summer evenings, the smell of Nargila smoke mingling intoxicatingly with the car fumes along the corniche, I had strolled alone as I almost always perform when visiting the dysfunctional Lebanese capital.
My evening amble had started in quixotic enough fashion around the spot that, on Valentine’s Day the former Lebanese prime minister Rafic Hariri was blown to kingdom come in a truck bomb explosion that had left little to had been known as Mr. Lebanon and not because he had won a pageant like beauty rivalry wearing skinny gold shorts, alas, but because he pretty much owned Lebanon, and, as is very well known, Lebanon cannot be owned by a Lebanese.
As is my fine fortune I had also walked this very similar route that year only a couple of weeks prior to the assassination and again shortly after, debris and blast ruin not looking nearly as out of place in the scarred urban landscape as it should.
This stroll is always one of pondering my past visits and while I contain never lived in the city I have been a frequen