Here are my final thoughts on this thread and then I am off to the other parts of the board that actually talk about things related to Disney. This thread and everything in it can be essentially broken down into three things, the first one being homosexuality: You either disagree or you agree with the lifestyle. You either are one, are a supporter, or detractor. Second major theme is religion. You either are one religion or another, or belong to one sect or another, and you interpret the bible for your own good. The third and final conflict we have here is Acceptance vs. Hate. Plain and simple-you are on side or the other in terms of the first two conflicts. To some, this maybe a simplistic way of breaking things down, but sometimes it is necessary to simplify issues in order to move beyond them.
Let me deal first with how these issues affected me as I grew up. When I was growing up, my parents divorced when I was five, leading to issues of abandonment and low self esteem as I got older. I never fully trusted people for many years because I was always convinced that they would leave me and I would be left to fend for myself.
Those feelings have always been there for me, and it hasn't been until recently that I have found someone who I can trust enough to begin sharing them and moving on with my life. This person completes me and restores my faith in the human race. This person is the one I want to go to sleep with at the end of a hard day, the one I want to wake up with cradled in his arms in the morning, the one I want to have kids with and the one that I completely trust with my heart. I love this person, and nothing anyone says or does can take that love away from me. I am a man and he is a man, and we love each other.
I was in 7th grade when I realized I much preferred to look at my Social Studies teachers bright blue eyes rather than to learn about the Civil war. He was a gorgeous man, and I don't think it ever entered my mind that my thoughts were wrong or I was sinful in any way (I don't think ten year olds need to consider these things; they just are). I mention my Social Studies at this point just to show some that it wasn't a choice of being gay or being straight--it just was. Is this proof for some of you, probably not, but it was proof for me that I was gay, and I had no problems with being gay ever since. I love myself and love everything about myself, and once again nothing anyone says or does is going to change that.
A final thought about homosexuality and what someone has been calling the gay agenda. I honestly dont know what the gay agenda is, so I cant talk to that specifically, but I do know that I am truly one of the most boring people I have met, and I like it that way. My partner and I do not go to bars every weekend in drag, nor do we have huge parties where everyone is taking their clothes off. I have never been to an orgy, I have never had sex without loving that person, and I have never shoved my lifestyle down someones throat. I am a schoolteacher. I teach High school children, and I can proudly say that I have never tried to make my students believe one thing over another. Teachers want their students to have the knowledge and insight to make their own choices in life, and come to their own conclusions. Students are not getting gay marriage and gay rights shoved at them in school. Young people have different opinions because the world is changing, not because of any gay agenda.
Now on to religion: For me religion has always been a tough one. I don't hate Christians or anyone else for that matter. I don't hate period. But religion has always been a source of conflict for me, let me explain. My mother was Jewish and my Father was Roman Catholic. According to Jewish law, I am Jewish because my mother was Jewish, and my mother was constantly battling my father (after the divorce) on matters of religion. And I mean battling...lawyers and judges and subpoenas and court. My parents fought on every major Judeo-Christian or Jewish tradition or rite, and in the end neither of them won. When I was thirteen, we had what I like to call the "Battle of the Bar Mitzvah". It all came down to me and a judge, and the judge asked me what I wanted and I said: "I want to be left alone." I didn't want to be Jewish and hurt my father and I didn't want to be Roman Catholic and hurt my mother, so I choose neither-I choose to become my own person and form my own rules to stop all of the fighting and dragging me to church one Sunday and synagogue the next Saturday. I was done with it, and the judge ordered that I would not be able to go to either synagogue or church unless it was court ordered by him. To this day, that judge has not court ordered it. Sorry if I deal with that whole period of my life with humor, but it is sometimes the only way to get through things. I want to remember the good about my mother and father and not the fighting, so I don't look at the bad things they did to me and to each other, I look at the good things and when the bad things need to come up, I bring humor to them. So, here I was at age fourteen with no religion, and I didn't mind at that point. In fact, I didn't mind for many years until I got to college and realized that I had to have some thoughts on religion, and through trial and error (for a while I joined a Friday night to Sunday Bible study class) I formed my agnostic points of view. I accept God in my life, and love other people regardless of what they believe in. That in a nutshell is my religious philosophy and it works for me because I do not answer to anyone but God for my beliefs.
The third and final battle we have been fighting is the toughest one for me. It causes me so much pain to read some of these posts, and this is why this post is my final one. Some people in our society are in the mind set that people are either right or they are wrong. There is no acceptance or acknowledgement of another side or a different point of view. For my part, I truly believe that if you have a differing point of view than so be it. I don't have to have you as part of my life if you think that my lifestyle is "abnormal" and that what I do is "deviant". That is the choice I can make-to accept you for who you are and your beliefs, or to say, sorry that is too much for me to accept and not allow you to have a place in my life. That is not hate, and I would never think to call your lifestyle "abnormal" or "deviant", but some in our society think that they have this right because god tells them to police their own religion. Well, I don't need policing, my God loves me and understands me and accepts me, and once again nothing anyone says or does is going to change that fact. I do not answer to anyone else (well maybe my partner when I have eaten all of the Chubby Hubby ice cream). I know for a fact that certain individuals on this board do not see their own hateful remarks, but they are there and they do hurt some individuals on this board, me being one of them. I am constantly saddened by some of these individuals who have no idea what they are saying can and does hurt people. I am hurt and angered to the point that I have forgotten why I have come to the DIS boards in the first place-to talk about, get tips for, and get advice for my upcoming trip to WDW. That's it. I didn't come to debate my religion or my lifestyle. I came because I am a Disney fan. And yesterday, I found myself hating this board because I felt hurt and anger by certain individuals, and I came to realize rather quickly to just not go back to the thread.
So in the final reckoning of this enormously long post, as people we need to understand that words hurt. We may not mean them to, but in the end any kind of statements that use the words abnormal and deviant are bound to hurt someone. I have been saddened by some of the posts on this thread, but there are others that have made me cry in joy because they are accepting of my lifestyle and they show an understanding of what acceptance truly is: Acceptance is loving someone for what they truly are, and not looking for the bad in them, but if it's there (and I am sure it is there) still loving them. In the end we are put on this Earth for such a short amount of time, and I have decided that it is not worth it to try and win battles which are at the end of the day don't matter to me. AT the end of the day I know that I have a great man who comes home to me and loves me. I have a house and a dog and I cook dinner for the man that I have given my heart to. We are going to Disney at the end of July and we are looking forward to having the most magical time in the world. Until then I will continue loving who I choose to love, posting comments and getting suggestions in the other parts of the DIS boards for our upcoming trip to WDW, and be happy in the knowledge that I am loved-by friends, by God, and by my man.