I will say this right at the beginning. I’m a little buzzed tonight.
I’ve been sitting by myself in this house watching P!nk music videos and drinking coconut rum. I think I like her. I’ve heard a couple of her songs on the radio but never really paid attention to them before.
Maybe you have, but here’s one anyway.
A few weeks ago… or is it a month now? not sure. …some Christian celebrity made comments grouping LGBT folks with child molesters, saying straight sex was better than gay sex because women have better/bigger holes, and that back in his day, before civil rights, things were just dandy for black folks cause none of them ever complained about anything to HIM.
(I’m pondering this. Are attitudes like this in white guys the reason that white girls end up with black guys? ‘Cause this certainly makes me want to never come within ten feet of white guys- if they’re like this.)
Maybe you know who this guy is. Maybe you’re already up on this stuff. If you don’t, I apologize. I don’t think I can link to any of this without puking.
I didn’t think it would probably be a good idea to engage my family on the LGBT thing. Too much room for “its not loving to let people be WRONG- they’ll go to Hell” Too many questions about why I was bringing it up.
I haven’t told them I’m… well… not a Christian anymore. I haven’t told them other things.
But the thing about how-life-was-for-African-Americans-pre-civil rights, I thought maybe we could connect on that. One of my Aunts married a black dude. My little cousins are growing up to inherit what the world thinks of black people.
My extended family has always accepted them. I thought? And my young brothers are best friends with those cousins. They draw comics together and work on dirt bikes.
Maybe I was being overly optimistic. Come to think of it. They also spent Christmas break joking ‘Oh no! That’s racist!’ whenever anyone said the word black or white. As if racism is so unusual that anyone crying racism was a paranoid freak.
And my sister made a comment to the effect that: at one point, yes bad things had happened, but so much time has gone by that they need to stop talking about it now- it was just complaining.
Since when does Germany get to decide when the Jews have to stop talking about the Holocaust? That they’re just complaining now?
At any rate, in a different venue, one my family has access to, I ended up posting stuff about this- about lynchings and the actual situation in the 30’s and how awful it was that he had said that. How awful it was that Christians were rallying to his defense instead of calling him out.
So… it didn’t go over very well. The extended relatives sort of flocked into the comment section and started gnawing on my corpse. I was sent private messages from one person insinuating that I was the spirit of the anti-Christ.
Because- it seems- insulting an entire ethnic group and re-writing their history to suit your own purposes is just being a good witness for Christ. But saying a celebrity (who might have the ability to increase your religion’s name-brand recognition), has done something wrong is insulting and mean spirited.
I didn’t try to answer them. And I haven’t spoken to them since. Which is easy- since I’m living away right now.
In the Pink video(if you didn’t watch it), she turns into a crazy ax murderer and tries to kill the guy to keep him from leaving her. I suppose I am the one who is leaving them? Unless calling someone the Anti-Christ is some kind of code phrase for ‘we want you to stay’ that I just haven’t learned yet, I don’t think they are going to care. They aren’t going to try and keep me.
What kind of violence would I have to do to myself to earn their approval?
I could arrange it so that I could stay. I’m not very good at winning friends or connecting with people and my family is a dependable social group that I know intimately and is willing to help me (as long as I pretend that lynching never happened, presumably).
I could chop pieces of myself off until I fit back into the shell I used to live in. I could spend the rest of my life saying things I do not believe- until maybe I would come to believe them again. I could keep quiet about things that my sense of ethics demand I speak about, until, perhaps it would slowly and quietly wither away. Maybe eventually I could forget why I cared in the first place.
But I don’t think I can.
RUM!! GOOD PEOPLE!!! WHERE HAS THE RUM GONE?!?
Wouldn’t it be great? To be allowed to disagree without having to leave?