I am a gay, cis woman. I have attended private, Catholic schools my entire student career. I know how lucky I am to have this opportunity- but as member of the LGBT community, sometimes I don’t feel so lucky. While having the funds to attend this schools and the privileges to be accepted, I am not truly accepted by the students, faculty, and staff because of how I love.
Once again Pope Francis is rocking the world.
“God made you like this and loves you like this and I don’t care. The pope loves you like this. You have to be happy with who you are.” According to reports from Spain’s “El Pais” newspaper and the Associated Press Pope Francis said the abovementioned statement in a private conversation with Juan Carlos Cruz, who is gay and one of the Chilean sexual abuse survivors by a Catholic priest. Some LGBTQAI Catholics see Pope Francis pastoral moment with Cruz having dogma-transforming ramifications.
I guess my story starts the same way as many others. I grew up in a Christian home, believing that homosexuality is a disease and anyone who partakes is willingly “choosing to be sick”. Some of my very earliest memories are of kissing other little girls. And not just pecks on the lips, but full-on French kissing, at maybe 5 or 6 years of age. Hiding under the bed covers, pretending to be reading by torchlight, and getting in trouble from my religious mother for not being in plain view.
I know that for quite a lot of us, this tweet really hits close to home. Sad to say! In both instances, it seems our families have this unwholesome need to “save face” and protect the family name from being tarnished should word reach outsiders that “immorality” resides in the family. Again, if we look closely at the reasons behind such doings we will see that the common denominator is religion. In the former case, the family usually believes they cannot condone homosexuality as it is a sin. If your family happens to have a theologian, one can only brace themselves for endless, taxing and unsolicited lectures on this,
I am Malik from Pakistan, I am gay and belongs to a conservative Muslim family I was 14 when I discover that I have no sexual attraction towards girls, my male cousins mostly asked me about my likeness in my female cousins however I always says no and they thinked that its because of shyness. Life was passing through peacefully but now as I get 23 years old now and my my parents are forcing me to get married with my cousin. As in my family cousin marriage is being done from 3generation.
So gay at 50! What’s that like? Well living in the countryside an hour and a half by train to London it is quite isolated, there is a pub half an hour’s drive away but today it is for the young lgbt+ rather than my age group. There is limited if any lgbt+ 50+ age groups, and to be honest as a couple most of them wouldn’t suit us or the things we enjoy. Over the years as friends move back to their county of birth and most them were straight you tend to become a little recluse, we don’t mind this, don’t get us wrong, but enjoying our own company suits us.
In the post-hippy years of the early-mid 1970s, my mother proclaimed aloud how she wished she could understand the bible. Like many peers of her generation, she had grown up during the Great Depression, watched as her brothers and husband went off to fight in World War II, worked hard to help support her daughter (my elder sister), and rejoiced when the war was over and they proceeded to build what they believed to be a greater country that the one they grew up in.