Re: my last post
So far, on the Facebook front, the wife of one of my preachers when I was younger has told me that I need to grow up (publicly, on the original wall post), a couple of people have told me that I must not actually realize what I'm saying (privately, via message), and one person has told me (privately, via message) that I'm nothing but a stupid brat who's going to regret saying that I support things like same-sex marriage and women's rights once I actually grow up and realize how evil and wrong those things are.
... needless to say, there's been some crying. No booze yet, but I'm tempted. And any desire I had to attend church tomorrow has pretty much disappeared, since all of the people who've made these comments have been ones that I've known either from my church back home or from my (church-affiliated) college.
My mom, at least, appears to either have not heard anything about it or has decided it's one of those things where it's better if she doesn't actually acknowledge it. You know, like my being bi. As long as she never hears the words come out of my mouth, then she can keep ignoring it.
ETA: Oh, yay. Now I'm starting to get messages from people telling me that they're going to pray for me, in hopes that I'll see the light and go back to being a proper Christian again.
ETA #2: Guys, I love you, but if you have me friended on Facebook I'd really rather you didn't respond to comments like the one from the preacher's wife. I can fight (or not fight) my own battles, and I'm really trying to keep some of this stuff from escalating to the point where my parents walk into church tomorrow and are completely dogpiled with stories about me.
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... needless to say, there's been some crying. No booze yet, but I'm tempted. And any desire I had to attend church tomorrow has pretty much disappeared, since all of the people who've made these comments have been ones that I've known either from my church back home or from my (church-affiliated) college.
My mom, at least, appears to either have not heard anything about it or has decided it's one of those things where it's better if she doesn't actually acknowledge it. You know, like my being bi. As long as she never hears the words come out of my mouth, then she can keep ignoring it.
ETA: Oh, yay. Now I'm starting to get messages from people telling me that they're going to pray for me, in hopes that I'll see the light and go back to being a proper Christian again.
ETA #2: Guys, I love you, but if you have me friended on Facebook I'd really rather you didn't respond to comments like the one from the preacher's wife. I can fight (or not fight) my own battles, and I'm really trying to keep some of this stuff from escalating to the point where my parents walk into church tomorrow and are completely dogpiled with stories about me.
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