Sep 07, 2009 19:55
Andi & I were holding hands as we walked by the extreme sign holders downtown. One had a sign that said "Real Christians Don't Go to War." I complimented his sign and without speaking to me, he turned it around to display the message on the other side: "It's not gay, it's sin." I just kept walking, but inside it hurt. He couldn't stand the thought of sharing one similar belief with someone like me, he had to make sure I knew how he felt about me.
What is this need everyone has to try and control my life? Why do they think they can make the rules for how I live? Then Andi's sister says I can come to her wedding, but not the family dinner. Even at the wedding, I am under strict instructions not to hold hands, dance, or act like we are together in any way.
Most days I can brush things off, other days I get so angry at people constantly trying to exclude me. I tried to tell my dad about it, and his response was just that I should expect this if I live in this part of the country. EXPECT IT?? He thinks I just need to tolerate people who are repulsed by me, and sit quietly as I set a pattern of how they will be allowed to continue treating me. I think that's bullshit. Why do they have the right to be hateful, but I don't have the right to be hurt?