Feeling Through The Homosexual Issue
This is going to be controversial. It’s going to feel through my opinion on gay people, morally and how it incorporates with my church. It’s also going to stumble through some thoughts about if love and sexual matters should be regulated by the government. It’s stemmed by my conscious decision to delve into the comments of this Great Whatsit post and the responses I knew I’d get. I’m disabling comments because if you’re offended, I don’t want to argue with you. If this is a sensitive subject for you, you might consider skipping it. Or read and just remember that I’m still feeling through this, so it might sound brash.
My church is against gay people. They don’t like the behavior, and they don’t like the sexual acts that go along with the tendencies; they don’t like the social stigma gay people have developed because they’re coming out in droves that makes them acceptable. They also teach that we ought to love everyone as well. Christ is a loving figure except for when he gets righteously indignant. Hypocritical, very.
I love the gay people I know, and I feel like I know quite a few. I can count off five from the top of my head, and that’s from living only twenty-four years, with six of those in a state where there aren’t too many gays. They are my friends and they are loving and compassionate people. Mind you, some are a little insane and dysfunctional, but that’s not a characteristic that I associate with all gays. I know of some gays who create loving family units, who raise children successfully.
I have homosexual tendencies myself. I choose not to act on them, and that could be because I also have heterosexual tendencies. I sometimes think about what I would do in an alternate lifeline if I didn’t have religion in my life, if I weren’t raised in the Mormon church. I would be much more sexually free than I am with my one partner now, but would I unleash those now-untouched tendencies? I don’t know.
I know what gays do sexually to each other, and when I think of those acts, I am repulsed. However, they choose to do that. I believe strongly in choice. I believe that one can choose to repress and control and purge emotions and tendencies, or one can do as I do: I simply choose not to act on them. I acknowledge that those tendencies are there and that I can’t help them, but I choose the relationship I have. It’s the same choice a married man makes when he’s got the option to lift a skirt or let out a whistle or ask another woman over to his house.
I think the government should allow those people to make that choice. They should allow them to have sexual relations and allow them to be married if they wish. Yes, I realize that means they can also marry goats and inanimate objects, too, but that isn’t the subject at hand.
The government is made of people, of mortals. People should not take away other people’s choices. I believe that God is the only one who has the right to condemn and to lay down moral laws. He will do so and has done so in his own due time. We choose to accept and follow whatever moral laws we want. In this respect, I think the same way of gays as I do of people who commit adultery or sex before marriage or women who have abortions. They choose those things. I won’t judge those people because I have no place to do so; I don’t think anyone else here should, either. I won’t do these things because I deem it to be personally wrong, but that’s because I choose my personal standards. I don’t choose everyone else’s standards.
I’ve been sweating and mulling and thinking through this actively for months. It’s a process that’s been lingering for years, waiting to be resolved. I’m still not at a definite conclusion, though I’m creating quite a stir over at The Great Whatsit. It might be another comedic outcome of me making a fool of myself in the wrong place. But if that’s what it takes for me to figure out exactly where I stand, then so be it.