My grandfather loved watching Westerns. John Wayne films were his favorite. As a child, I would watch him transform his hands into guns and shoot out at the television. So it made perfect sense to me when a pair of cowboy boots helped me to come out at work.
I am sitting in my mother’s bedroom watching television – heart throbbing as I fix myself to break the news to her about my sexual orientation once she returns back from work. I had spent the entire day with my phone firmly in hand as I was googling ‘appropriate ways to come out’ while also awaiting responses from my eldest cousins on how to go about doing it.
I would like to comment on a controversial video made by the American Christian pastor whose name is Stephen Anderson.
He was calling homosexuals, perverts and paedophiles who should be put to death.
I’ve known I’m gay since I was 12 years old. I guess my first awareness was, watching of all things Jailhouse Rock With Elvis Presley. I felt dirty, wrong, and immoral. I was raised a man loves a woman, no if, ands, or buts. The area I grew up, was a rural small town, who’s awareness frankly ended at the discovery of electricity. If you weren’t a jock, rich kid, or easy, you were treated like dirt.
Just a couple of months ago, it was reported Petco was discriminating against employees who were LGBT. One of the employees was Lisa Gonzalez; although things have gotten better for Gonzalez, things are still the same for Petco.
What I thought was going to be the worse time and moment of my life actually made me the strong homosexual I am today. When I was young growing up in the middle class household I always knew I was gay and that I felt attracted to the same sex.
I am no stranger to Facebook “comment wars.” At one time, I was a wannabe golden child in both the Evangelical church in which I was primarily raised, and in conservative Catholic circles where I worked after college and during graduate school. Today, I am a fiscally moderate, socially liberal clinical counselor and educator specializing in trauma.