Dammit.

[bubosquared]

a few of my close friends are gay too, and i still think it is wrong even thought i love them.
(From 'reviews' of Nat's U2 slash.)

Things like this make me want to curl up in a corner and glare at the world. (Or alternatively, seek out this person's friends and comfort them.)

Just. "Hate the sin, love the sinner" does. not. work for me, you know? I've always been lucky in that my friends are all gay, bi or accepting. (Or maybe not lucky, since I met most of my friends through slashdom, either directly or indirectly, so the accepting thing is par for the course.) I can only try to imagine having a friend, someone close to you, someone you care for, say things like "I think it's disgusting that you fall in love with people of your own sex, but I still love you." Even just imagining it hurts.

Every now and then something happens that makes me stop taking for granted how good I have it. I'm out to my family, I'm out to my coworkers, I'm out to my friends, I'm out to pretty much everyone as gay (and as a slash writer), and I can afford to not care about what strangers think of me, because the people that matter to me accept me as I am. And most of the time, I take all this in stride, which makes things like this even more of a smack in the face.

I am an obnoxious git. I need to be smacked in the head on a more regular basis to be reminded of my luck. Any takers?

Sigh. Maybe I just need a change of music.

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[ex-verdandi713.livejournal.com]

I can deal with, "This makes me uncomfortable because I don't really understand it, but I love you." Familiarity breeds greater tolerance over time. On the other hand, "The very thought of you holding hands with another woman makes me retch into my shoes, but I still love you," yeah. Sure you do. (I'm fortunate in that the absolute worst responses I've gotten in my own immediate family have been the former and not the latter.)

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Ah. Yes, me too. The first is rather like people not understanding and not really being comfortable with hearing me babble about being a writer.

I sot of got the "No, you're not" reaction from my mom. Or rather, "You can't be sure of that." Yeah. Thanks, mum.