Monday, January 8, 2018

Last night I had a phone call from a current seminary student (25 years old) who is struggling with accepting himself as a gay Christian. He goes to a very conservative school, but I'm friends with one of the more liberal affirming profs there who connected us to talk.
The pain I heard was so familiar. He talked about praying the same prayer I prayed a thousand times, begging God to heal me, to take away the feelings I could not understand, to make me like the all the other guys around me. Like I did, he prays desperately for forgiveness, fearing that if he died in the night, he would be doomed to hell for the rest of his life.
He talked about warnings from pastors, professors, little judgments, comments from Sunday school teachers and family members so familiar to me, Words and phrases that cut to the bone and leave you mad, bleeding, hopeless, suicidal.
He talked about how he remembers at the earliest ages of childhood, attraction to the same sex. He talked about how everyone tells him it's a choice, but how it is all he ever remembers. I shared that I could relate as I can trace my first "same-sex" crush back to 4th grade. I still remember his name and every little detail that infatuated me about Peter.
He talked about pretending to like girls in high school, the fear that every time he glanced at a boy "they would know," and about cramming the sports pages every night to "fit in." All things I can relate to.
He talked about feeling like if he prayed enough or "saved" enough people, or preached enough sermons, or helped enough old people, maybe God would make him "normal." How I could remember the pain and the fear and the self-hatred and loathing from the days I thought like that.
He talked about gay closeted friends who took their lives. And about his suicide attempts. I shared mine.
We talked for hours. I hope to God something I said made a difference for this young man. I shared lots with him, but I shared with him that ultimately, I realized that my anger towards God for not keeping his end up the bargain - i.e., fixing or saving me - wasn't necessary. I came to the point where I realized he didn't need to fix me - I was perfect the way I was. I hope one day the church can see how much hurt, pain, and death, condemning their LGBTQ+ brother and sisters causes.
My heart breaks for those who still can't come to accept that God (whoever or whatever that may be) loves them.




LOVE is the Answer…Doesn’t matter the Question.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

#metoo

I hesitate to post this because I don’t want, in any way, to minimize the level of mistreatment and abuse women face from men in our society. Sadly, it’s just the norm. And it needs to change.
I don't want to minimize the #metoo movement by posting this type of a reply. Just like #alllives matter and #bluelivesmatter minimizes #blacklivesmatter, so do men, in general, I feel, posting with the #metoo tag minimizes what women experience. At its most basic level, I still have this concern. THAT IS NOT THE INTENT OF THIS POST, I ASSURE YOU.
HOWEVER – I have had several younger LGTBQ individuals message me about the abuse they have experienced and how they wish they were safe to express what they had experienced. They know my story and can’t understand why I am silent. I’ve also heard from several friends of mine who know my story asking why I’m not speaking up.
*So, for those who need to hear this from a man – I share.
*For those who don’t want to hear it, or think it minimizes the women’s movement, kindly ignore it.
I’m posting for those who need to hear it:
#metoo

• At the age of 5, I can vividly remember being molested by a friend of my dad’s in the bathroom of a gas station. He knew. That’s how he paid for the gas.

• At the age of 12, my “adoptive dad” would watch me shower to make sure I was “clean” and then he would insist on washing my private area himself, just to be sure. 

• Between 12 and 15, two foster “dads” thought since they were letting me live there, I should be able to take care of whatever needs they had. When I reported this, I was told I was making it up and was moved again.

• In High School, a staff person touched me inappropriately and then told me that I shouldn’t say anything because no one would believe a foster child anyway. 

• In High School, I “tried” – not by choice – conversion therapy. We were “encouraged”, by the “therapists” to have sex with adult women to convert us. 

• In College, I had a consensual same-sex experience, but afterward, was approached by an RA who told me that if I didn’t take care of his needs to, he would report me. I had nowhere to go home if I was kicked out, and it was a fundamental Bible college.

No wonder I hated myself so long for my sexuality. No longer – I am proud of who I am. In every way. But that’s a different story.
This is for those men who need to hear they aren’t alone and it wasn’t their fault. This isn’t about me and my experiences personally. Don’t need feedback on my experiences.
I JUST WANT OTHER MEN WHO HAVE BEEN ABUSED TO KNOW THEY AREN’T ALONE. AND THERE IS HOPE.
I post this in solidarity with all victims of abuse.
#metoo



LOVE is the Answer…Doesn’t matter the Question.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016




Happy Thanksgiving to you all.   Looking back over the last year, I can say:  “IT HAS BEEN GOOD.”  I have not been able to say that in several years.  

I AM THANKFUL FOR family that love me.  

I AM THANKFUL FOR  friends that love me like family.

I AM THANKFUL FOR finally being true to myself.  The feeling of freedom and contentment that brings is beyond words.  Thankful that I no longer hate who I am or feel like I have to hid it from the world.  

I AM THANKFUL FOR a job back in my field - doing the type of work I like to do.  I am thankful that I look forward to going into work every day and enjoy myself while I am there.  

I AM THANKFUL FOR my children.  I am thankful for  special memories made this year.  I am thankful that they are healthy.  I am thankful for their personalities and proud of who they have become.  When I reflect on whether I’m doing a good job as a parent and think about “how my kids are turning out,” the criteria for me are:  Are they kind and loving?  Do they feel compassion for hurting people?   Are they willing to take a stand for what is important?  Will they step in and defend someone being bullied or abused?  By those criteria, my kids are my heroes.  

I AM THANKFUL FOR reconnecting with Corey and Aleiga, former foster children who lived with us for almost two years.  Sadly, when they went home, their parents cut us completely out of their lives - we didn’t even know what town they lived in, no updates, nothing.   For the last 8 years, we have missed them, loved them, laughed over memories of our time with them, cried for them, and worried about them.  Corey contacted Chris earlier this week and he and I talked last night.  My heart is extra happy this week.      

I AM THANKFUL FOR good teachers and other school staff that speak life into my children each day.

I AM THANKFUL for a very special someone.   I never felt that I would ever be able to let myself love again.  I certainly never felt that anyone would truly love me again.  I am thankful that I was wrong.

And perhaps most importantly, I AM THANKFUL that I again feel like I have A SENSE OF PURPOSE.  That everything is back in balance.  That my depression is finally under control.  That I have hope for the future.  That passion for the values, ideals, and causes that were important to me (as well as some new ones) has returned.  That I have the energy and the desire to do the things I love.   That I once again FEEL ALIVE.    

LOVE CONQUERS ALL.  My challenge to you this Thanksgiving is to show your thankfulness by reaching out and loving someone who isn't feeling so loved right now.   Someone who doesn't see why they should go on.   Someone who doesn't see how valuable they are.  Perhaps show love to that gay neighbor who is alone because his family no longer speaks to him.  Show love to the Muslim or Jewish neighbor who wonders if it is safe to express her spiritual beliefs publicly.  Show love to the black man down the street who fears for his life when stopped for a simple traffic violation.  

Show SOMEONE that they are loved, that they are valued, and that with you, they are safe.

LOVE CONQUERS ALLLOVE is the Answer…Doesn’t matter the Question.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I had a blog post ready to go when HRC won. Unfortunately, hate won. I've been staring at my computer screen, scrolling facebook, reading articles for inspiration, something to say. Literally trying to come up with anything to say for the last 6 1/2 hours, and nothing.
Nothing prolific, or artsy, or challenging, or encouraging at least.
I am at a loss for any words with meaning or substance at this point. For the first few hours, I was shocked. I kept checking the websites to see if there was some mistake. Then I went numb.
Now I am so incredibly sad. confused. heartbroken. TERRIFIED.
It is beyond my comprehension that the America I love elected a homophobic, racists, sex offender, who doesn't believe in climate change, intends to deport thousands of illegal immigrants, and ban all Muslims from entering our country to be the next President of the United States? Hell, I thought for most people him saying, "grab em by the pussy" would have been enough to write him off as presidential material.
I truly believe that life as we know it is over.
Maybe later today or tomorrow or next week, I'll have more prolific words to write, and more thoughts to add - in fact, I know i will.
But right now, pulse racing, tears streaming down my face, lump in my throat that I've felt only before when learning of a loved once death - that lump that chokes you and steals your oxygen, and sure as hell going to vomit soon, I only have this to say:
WTF AMERICA?



LOVE is the Answer…Doesn’t matter the Question.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

THINGS I’D LIKE TO SAY TO MY DAD:
My dad died unexpectedly one year ago today, November 2, 2015.   In his honor, will you do me a favor?  Will you take a minute to pull up a virtual chair, and have a quick cup of virtual coffee with me and give me just a few minutes of your time so I can tell you about him?  It would really help me today.  I’ll warn you, I’ll be choking back tears the whole time, but you just have to sit and listen.  There are several things that I would like to say to him, and that’s what I'm going to share with you today.  Ok? - here we go:   
  • Thank you for CHOOSING ME
    • Legally, the man I call Dad was “just a foster parent.”  I only lived in his home for six years.  When we left, he could have patted himself on the back for a good deed done and forgotten about us.  But he didn’t - he stayed a part of my life, and he became “home for me.”  As an adult, Dad was always “home.”  Even when my immature young adult self at 19, 20, 21, disappeared for months or even a year at a time before re-connecting, you kept CHOOSING ME.  You never made me feel guilty and you never made me feel awkward.  We always just picked up where we left off.  Your heart and your arms were always open.
  • Thank you for LOVING MY KIDS
    • Being home to me, meant being Grandpa to my children. And they felt the love.  We never spent enough time with you, but when we did visit, it was like we had never left.  
  • Thank you for LOVING MY MOM
    • You showed me how a lady should be treated.  You demonstrated very clearly that mom was your biggest priority after God, and never waivered from that for even a second.  You never allowed her to be disrespected in any way.  And you demonstrated a servant's heart towards her.  I can remember how awed I was, especially watching you two interact when i was in my mid to late 20’s, by  the way you doted on her.  And when i saw you six months before your death, having been married close to 60 years, you still waited on her like she was the only thing that mattered to you in the world.
  • Thank you for instilling in me my LOVE FOR MUSIC
    • Music has been that one constant place of refuge for me.  It was your love for music that instilled that in me.  The fun I remember having as a family when you played the organ and we sang some of the corniest songs, the “How much is that doggy in the window” or “The Animal Fair” stay with me to this day.  My all time favorite birthday present of my life came from you - my autoharp.  Haven’t had a better birthday gift since then.  And I remember it like it was yesterday.
  • Thank you for these SPECIAL MEMORIES -  some are light and fun - and some are heavy and sad - but they all speak to the man you were and the life you provided for me:
    • Pizza hut was a very special treat.  And it was always cold in the restaurant.  But you let us take two peppermints, always told us on the way in we could only have one, and then acted as if we persuaded you each time to allow us to take two.
    • Reubens.  To this day, when I want to feel a little closer to home, I will have a Reuben.  Takes me back to the kitchen on General Maxwell Road and the love and acceptance I felt there.   Maybe more so, than anywhere I have ever been since.
    • Stroganoff.  My very favorite meal.  But more importantly, the fact that you remembered that every time I visited as an adult and made sure that we had it.  Even when you were visiting me at my home around 2001-2002 - you made an excuse to run an errand and came back with the stuff for Stroganoff and made dinner.  That memory stands out to me even now, 15 years later when I think of the times that I felt the most loved by you.
    • Neccos.  A rare trip to your office in Philadelphia meant that Neccos were in our future.  I think I was an adult before I realized that you could actually buy them at a store and that there weren’t made where you worked.  When I see them in stores, I always think of you and those special trips.
    • The time we broke mom’s glass measuring cup, buried it in the backyard and then locked the babysitter in a room.  I remember being so scared for you to come home, and even, as a young kid, feeling so loved, even after experiencing the consequences.
    • The day we had to leave. After living with you six years, and despite your efforts to stop it, it was time for us to move to another family. I still remember sitting on the curb out front of our house and you telling me that sometimes life wasn’t fair, but that I had two choices - I could let it destroy me - or I could make the best of a difficult situation and become the person God intended me to be - in spite of the bad things in my life.  My not even 13-year-old self might not have grasped that fully then - but it has stuck with me all these years and been a value that I have strived to live by.
    • That moment, after being told by our new family that you didn’t want to talk to us or see us anymore and that you never really loved us, coming across stacks of cards and letters that you had been sending all that time.  I don’t know that I ever told you this, but things had gotten so bad in that home, that I was very near taking my life.  Finding those letters and cards gave me hope again.
    • The fact that you always came home on time.  Unless you were traveling, like clockwork every night we would hear the car pull up, the dog get excited, the front door open, you say, “get away from me you dumb-dumb stupid dog”, everyone would get hugs and we would sit and eat dinner as a family.  Thank you for that.  (And we always knew it was just a show - and you loved that dog.  Decades later when you talked about Princess, you had only loving fond things to say about her.)

I have pages upon pages of thing I’ve jotted down over the last year that I would like to tell my dad, ask my dad, or tell others about my dad.  And down the road, I’m sure I’ll do more writing about those things.  But these are what stand out to me today.  

Let me share one more thing that I am thankful for about my dad, and then I’ll wrap this up.  I did a lot of things that I know he didn’t approve of and made a lot of less than perfect decisions. In all that HE NEVER STOPPED LOVING ME.     I attempt to live my life by this creed:  “Love is the answer, doesn’t matter the question.  Love conquers all.”   I have my dad to thank for that because HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO LOVE.

Even now, I still pick up my phone to email dad about something I want to share with him, or ask his advice on, and then as i open GMAIL, realize that he’s probably not on the computer much in heaven.

What I wouldn’t give to have the opportunity to TELL HIM THAT I LOVE HIM.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

#Imwithher - OR - Why I can no longer support the GOP

Anyone who follows me on Facebook or Twitter knows that I have been very outspoken on my support of HRC and the Democratic party this election cycle.  Ashamedly. I have to admit that this is the first election I have really paid any attention.  Although I have voted in many, I had not put much thought into my vote.   

As recently as May of this year, I would have said that I was going to vote Republican. Always have.  Part of my religious upbringing I guess.  Even though I had “come out” as a gay man and was currently in the process of redefining for myself what “being a Christian” meant in terms of that (a work still in progress), I was holding onto much of my beliefs and convictions still.

That all changed on June 12, 2016 when Omar Mateen killed 49 people and wounded 53 others in an attack inside Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida.   Watching as the horror unfolded, I felt for the first time a connection to “my community.”  For the first time, I felt proud to be a gay man.  I felt part of something bigger than myself.  (Prior to this I really didn’t understand the whole pride thing.  To me to celebrate my sexuality seemed almost trivial, or at worse even condescending.  My thinking on that has evolved completely, but that’s a blog post for another time.)

That day in June, I found myself sitting hour after hour watching as more details emerged about the killer and the victims.   I found myself crying as the weight of just what it meant to be gay could mean.  I thought about Matthew Shephard, Billy Gaither, Danny Overstreet, and Mark Carson, just a few of the names I remembered from my studies of gay history who were killed because of their sexuality.  Sadly, there are many more who died and literally thousands who have been severely beaten simply because of whom they chose to love. I thought about my fellow brothers and sisters in other countries who are put to death because of their sexuality.  And I thought about Stonewall and what truly went down that day.  As the names of the victims started to trickle out, I sat there and thought about them each individually, imagining what their families might be like, what their hopes or dreams were, and grieving for those they left behind.  I found myself almost mesmerized by their names, saying them over and over to myself in some, perhaps, misguided attempt to find peace.     

That evening I posted in an LGBT friendly Facebook group the following message:   “I'm going to express this here because I have few places I can speak this openly. I'm overwhelmed with a grief I cannot comprehend from the massacre in Orlando. I'm a grown ass man, and the depth of which this is touching my soul is beyond that which 9/11 affected me personally.  And now, I am preparing to process with my bisexual 14-year-old daughter how 100+ people were murdered or injured for being just like her/us.”

As far as my conversion to the Democratic party is concerned, it wasn’t the loss of life itself that was the driving factor (as horrid as it was.)   It was our politician's responses that ultimately led to that conversion.  I began to see a pattern that republican after republican after republican made reference to the “attack in Orlando” or “the victims and their families,“ or made reference to “Islamic radicalization”, but NOT ONCE DID I SEE A REPUBLICAN acknowledge what these victims had in common.   Not one republican mentioned that this was at a gay night club.  Or that these individuals were targeted because they were gay or transgendered or an ally of the community.  In fact, most of the republicans that responded that day used it as an attempt to further their agenda related to immigration or the war on terror.  If it had crossed my mind, I would have brought the word “deplorables” onto the debate scene, much sooner than the candidates did.  Because that is what this response from the republican party was, deplorable in every way.  

In contrast, the Democrat response repeatedly mentioned the LGBT community and their support for them.  

And for the first time since admitting to myself that I was gay - and wrestling through what that meant to get to the point where I truly loved myself and saw myself as a valuable member of society -  I thought to myself, “wait just one fuc***ng minute, these are MY PEOPLE, they have value, they have worth, and even in their death, you refuse to acknowledge who they are at their core”.  Never before that day had the words “my people” or my belonging to the LGBTQ community been a part of who I was.   That night, it became central to my identity.

I then took note of Donald Trump’s response in particular.  I considered Donald’s  appalling initial statement on the attack, wherein he asserts, that it was a work of a radical Islamist and then goes on to blame the attack on Obama’s foreign policy.  Beyond that, within hours of the tragedy, he used it to support his desire to shut down all Muslim entry to the United States.   I felt anger at the use of this tragedy perpetrated against my community simply because of their sexuality, to perpetuate one's political stance.  But I also felt anger specifically related to his attack on and desire to discriminate against another minority group, simply because of the actions of a few.  (This was the seed that has fueled my involvement in social justice activities and the move towards that becoming a full-time calling for me, but that too is a different blog post.)

At this point, I became convinced that I needed to commit to remaining a Republican or consider other alternatives.  And so, I took the time to study the Republican Party's official platform.  In this brief discussion of a very complicated issue, please note two things of importance: 1.) This is not an attempt to examine the entirety of the republican party platform.  I am simply mentioning a few things that were very important to me in my consideration of a candidate to support.  Note that there are many issues I take issue with that republicans support that I do not address here.  And 2.) No attempt will be made in this writing to justify any of this from a scriptural standpoint.  (That is a post for another day also.)

From the 2016 platform specifically, these jumped out at me as being of such huge importance that I could no longer remain a republican:
  • The republican party continues to believe that marriage should be between one man and one woman and that adoption should be limited to heterosexual individuals.
    • The idea that as a gay man I should be banned from marrying the man I may fall in love with is unconscionable. 
    • The idea that I should not be able to one day adopt again simply because I am gay is barbaric at best.
  • The republican party continues to fight against including discrimination based on one sexual orientation or gender identity as a covered prohibited act of sexual discrimination under Title IX.
    • The idea that before coming out, I would have been protected from being fired because my boss demanded that I sleep with her but, as a gay man, I could be fired simply because of who I chose to sleep with is  outrageous.

Other issues that led me to my eventually jumping ship include the parties past support of banning gay Boy Scout leaders, their past positions on women and gays in the military, as well as a host of issues related to social programs such as welfare as well as their positions on criminal justice issues. (again, another post another time.)

The clincher for me was Trump’s running mate Mike Pence’s position on LGBT issues.  Mike is so far to the right on this topic that I could write several blogs on the ways in which he has demonstrated hate towards and the willingness to discriminate against the LGBTQ community to protect so-called “religious freedoms.”  However, it is his stated position that federal money used for the treatment of HIV should be directed instead toward funding gay conversion therapy that was the nail in the coffin for me when it comes to the Republican party.   

I have seen the damage that this so-called “therapy” can do to someone.  I have seen lives destroyed by it.  In fact, having experienced it myself, I can tell you that it is by the grace of God that I am here.  The only thing that came out of my time in “gay conversion therapy” was multiple suicide attempts, one that left me unconscious for several months as a teenager.

I simply cannot support a candidate, or a party, that is so radically opposed to who I am at the core of my being.  

My community deserves to be treated as equals.   I have always gotten on my high-horse about “one-issue voters.”  Even has a Christian fundamentalist Republican at the height of my religious zeal, I took issue with individuals who would vote for someone based simply on their position on abortion, or welfare, or, or, or……..

However, this time - I make an exception.  Even if I had no other qualms with the Republican party, I would vote Democrat solely based on their support of the LGBT community (and the Republicans hatred for it.)    To me - I see this as equal to voting solely on the issue of slavery, or women’s rights, or racial equality - and those would be issues I would be a “one-issue” voter on any day.

#imwithher


LOVE is the Answer…Doesn’t matter the Question.

Monday, June 13, 2016

I Am A Gay Man

I am a gay man.  I know that will shock some of you who I have not spoken to directly about it.  Yes, I was married, yes I have children.  But, I’m finally being true to myself.  I can’t say that if I had it to do over, I’d do anything different - that is a hard statement for anyone to make about anything, - for one, I wouldn’t have my children.   But, in the present, finally, now I am me – and I am out.  

I started “coming out” about a year ago, slowly.  For some reason that term rubs me the wrong way – but at this point in time, in our society, - that’s a needed term.  Someday, it won’t be needed; LGBTQ folks will simply be accepted, period.  Coming out as a member of the LGBTQ community won’t be any more needed than coming out as a human.   I told close family members and friends over the last few months.  

However, I’ve been struggling with how to “let everyone else know”, so that I could move past this “coming out” phase and live my life.  I have contemplated with posting it on Facebook for months.  But those thoughts even came with who to block from the post since I still wasn’t ready to tell them.

However, the events in Orlando yesterday changed all that.  I can’t put into words the level of grief and despair I am feeling over the massacre at the night club.  Personally, it is hitting me on a level of my soul deeper than 9/11 did.     Between that, and a tweet from the man whose writings finally “threw me over the top” when it came to believing that I could be both a gay man and a Christian (@VinesMatthew) I no longer care who knows or what they think.   The tweet read:  “I try to be as patient as possible with allies who don’t feel ready to speak up.  But I can’t help but wonder: if not today, then when?”

I am fully convinced that God is fully accepting of the LGBTQ person and their sexuality.  When I sat down to write this post, there were a million things I had in my mind to say to justify this to those who will disagree with me.   I’m not going to go there in this post.  I will blog about that and so much more in future posts.

I am simply going to say that I have thought about this every day, many times a day, since I was 10 years old.  Even if I thought about it only twice a day, that’s 20,000 = times, and I guarantee it was more.  Over the last five years, I have spent literally hundreds and hundreds of hours studying the Bible and other texts to come to my conclusions.

Let me give you a taste of what life was like for me before I came to this conclusion:
·         I couldn’t tell anyone because much of my family friends and church will reject me.
·         I would have given anything to be “normal.”
·         I cried out to God for years to make me “normal.”  But he didn’t.
·         Churches that were supposed to care for me, led me to believe that God doesn’t want anything to do with gay people.”
·         I knew I was a mistake.
·         I had no one to talk to.
·         I was angry at God.
·         I left my faith behind for most of the last ten years.
·         I experienced deep depression, fell into an addiction, and attempted suicide – more than once.

I’ve reached a place where I feel comfortable with myself and with my my God's love for me .   For those millions who have not, I pray.

On a side note – let me say especially to the teen that might someday read this and is questioning their sexuality – GOD LOVES YOU.  I LOVE YOU.  MANY PEOPLE LOVE YOU.  YOU ARE WORTHY.  YOU ARE VALUABLE.  YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.  Find someone you trust to talk about this.  

Like I said I had so much more in my mind.  I just counted; I had nine pages of notes for this post.  I’ll blog and tweet so much more about that in the future.  Follow my blog here or follow me on twitter @KinzieBill


LOVE is the Answer…Doesn’t matter the Question.