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I awaked up last of all, as one that gathereth after the grape-gatherers: by the blessing of the Lord I profited, and filled my winepress like a gatherer of grapes. Consider that I laboured not for myself only, but for all them that seek learning. –Ecclus. 33:16-18
Backup account for Qoheleth.
DISCLAIMER SUPPLEMENT FOR THE MINUETS SERIES
A. Historically extant persons who figure as characters:
-Roger Ailes, founder and C.E.O. of Fox News ("Rogers", Assemble!)
B. Texts, not fandom or quote sources, from which concepts or extensive passages are incorporated:
-The Absent-Minded Professor, dir. Robert Stevenson ("Blubber", B Minor)
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
As in thrown onto the streets, as in sent to the Daughters of Mary, or as in no longer indulged in your reluctance to leave home after she learned what you and Sheila had been doing in the spare bedroom?
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
Okay, let me just follow the thought process here: “On the one hand, I could repent of the lie I’ve lived, return to my Father’s bosom, and incidentally regain the respect of my fellow-citizens. On the other hand, I could plunge yet deeper into sin and blame it on society.” And people wonder why the moral authority of this movement fails to stir us.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
You have done well, and it shall be credited to you.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
And I’ll bet that, when you got to the Judgment Seat, you thanked Heaven for small mercies. (Imagine the alternative: “I see here that you died in your homosexual paramour’s arms. Would you care to explain how that’s compatible with a state of grace?”)
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
Well, that’s how things are sometimes, sweetheart. I know it’s hard, but hopefully some day you’ll understand.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
Three rousing cheers. Now tell me that your attackers got precisely the sentence that their assault merited, and my joy will be complete.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
Don’t try to pin this one on Lady Luck, pal. You chose despair.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
Bit abrupt of her, I agree. She should have first said something like, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, I don't believe in assisting that kind of behavior." (Or did she, and you chose to omit that part?)
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
If this means what I think it does: How about bypassing the urinals and using a stall, like a civilized person?
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
Well, they’re not wrong…
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
And then you told them that you’d repented and didn’t do that sort of thing anymore, and everything was groovy again. (Hey, I can dream, right?)
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
So… what are you asking, exactly? For there to be a whole bunch of abusive homosexual men in your area so you can have company? Or for a group of women who have been foully mistreated by the most important men in their lives to let a man intrude on their healing process, because inclusion?
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
Ah. An Englishman. Yes, you are most unfortunate, Signor.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
And your movement dares to compare itself to the marchers at Selma? This is like Rosa Parks saying, “I am the woman who moved to the back of the bus because they said the front was for white people.”
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
What society do you live in, and why do you value its approval so much?
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I see. And you want me to believe that you’re a common social problem, do you? That emergency medical professionals everywhere, the instant they learn things about their patients of which they disapprove, throw in the towel and let them croak out of sheer callousness? My mother was an EMT, and I say you’re a liar.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
Confession is at 7 to 8 P.M. Wednesday, noon to 1 P.M. Friday, and 3:30 to 4:30 P.M. Saturday. See you then. (Be sure to mention how you publicly slandered the Church and acquiesced in a group identity based on your sins.)
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
No, sweetie, you’re the person who has mistaken a disordered emotional attachment for the greatest of the theological virtues. Easy enough to do, of course, in a world as confused as ours, but you really might want to get it straightened out before you go any further down this road.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
And re-post this if you believe that theostygiophobia (from θεοστυγεῖς, Rom. 1:30) is unworthy of your baptismal dignity.