{"id":5291,"date":"2011-11-22T21:02:30","date_gmt":"2011-11-23T02:02:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/?p=5291"},"modified":"2011-11-23T10:11:50","modified_gmt":"2011-11-23T15:11:50","slug":"why-i-dont-give-a-good-goddamn-what-moms-side-of-the-family-thinks-about-the-fact-that-i-dont-go-to-church-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/5291","title":{"rendered":"Why I Don’t Give A Good Goddamn What Mom’s Side Of The Family Thinks About The Fact That I Don’t Go To Church Anymore…"},"content":{"rendered":"

Via Fred Clark<\/a>…<\/p>\n

“Jacob, I honestly don’t know how to write it,” I said. “I know what I want to get across, but I can never find the right words.”<\/p>\n

“Dan, you need to write it. Don’t give up. I’m telling you, it needs to be said.”<\/p>\n

I paused. “You don’t understand. It’s too heated a subject. It’s something people are very emotional and touchy about. I’d be lynched.”<\/p>\n

My friend hesitated. “Dan, you are the only friend I have that knows I’m gay. The only freaking one,” he said.<\/p>\n

“What do you mean? I know you’ve told other friends.”<\/p>\n

That’s when his voice cracked. He began crying.<\/p>\n

“Every single person I’ve told has ditched me. They just disappear. They stop calling. They remove me on Facebook. They’re just gone,” he said. “They can’t handle knowing and being friends with a gay person.”<\/p>\n

I didn’t know what to say. So I didn’t say anything.<\/p>\n

“You don’t know what it’s like, man. You don’t know what it’s like to live here and be gay. You don’t know what it’s like to have freaking nobody. You don’t know what it’s like to have your own parents hate you and try and cover up your existence. I didn’t choose this. I didn’t want this. And I’m so tired of people hating me for it. I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Go read the whole thing<\/a>. \u00a0Happy Thanksgiving!<\/p>\n

[Update…]<\/em><\/p>\n

A few responses to the above post<\/a>…<\/p>\n

Tonight I was going to kill myself. I had it all planned out. I had all the items to do it sitting in my bedroom. I don’t know if I would have done it but I sure was planning to. Ever since I \u00a0told my parents and a few close friends that I was gay life has gotten worse and worse. My parents who go to church twice a week have tried to force me to go to this boot camp that’s made to force the gay out of you. They’ve told me more times than I can count that as long as I’m gay I’m not their son and that if I loved them or God at all I would do whatever it takes to not be gay anymore. They’ve even talked to my only friends and they all had a gay intervention for me and told me that they couldn’t be in my life if I was going to keep saying that I was gay.I’ve never been with another guy. I’ve never told anyone else. All I’ve ever done was finally get the guts to tell the people I was closest to in my life that I was gay and they’ve all turned on me. This all started about six months ago and I’ve never been so alone in my life.<\/p>\n

Anyways I just was on Facebook trying to decide if I should write a goodbye note and somebody posted a link to your Christian\/gay post<\/a>. The post was super good, but the comments are what kept me on your site for hours. The love people who didn’t even know Jacob were showing gave me hope I guess, and then somebody posted a video called it gets better and I’ve never seen these videos but I watched it and then a bunch more and for the first time I have hope that maybe it will get better I just know now that it probably won’t get better for me here. But somewhere maybe.<\/p>\n

So if you will, please tell your readers that they saved a life and tell them thank you because I didn’t really want to die I just really didn’t want to live with this anymore. I can’t wait to turn 18 and get out of this place. Pray for me. I’m going to need it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Go read the others. \u00a0 Remember them the next time you hear someone say Love the Sinner, Hate the Sin…<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Via Fred Clark… “Jacob, I honestly don’t know how to write it,” I said. “I know what I want to get across, but I can never find the right words.” “Dan, you need to write it. Don’t give up. I’m telling you, it needs to be said.” I paused. “You don’t understand. It’s too heated […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[65],"tags":[24,21,12],"class_list":["post-5291","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thumping-my-pulpit","tag-gods-and-monsters","tag-the-abyss","tag-the-struggle-for-our-lives"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5291","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5291"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5291\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}