Back in the revolutionary days of the sixties, I lived at a place owned by a gay man born in 1906. Ernie was his name and he looked like any ones grandfather from that time. It was a real refuge for me, I had been thrown out of the house for being gay, looking at sleeping in my car until I could figure it all out and went to the beach that day. The known gay beach at Will Rogers where I met someone that very day and when he asked, "Your place or mine?" I said, "I don't have a place, so I guess it's yours."
We're still friends, Daffney and me, he let me stay with him that day and I guessed talked it over with Ernie and I could stay in the den, Daffney rented one of two bedrooms. It helped, I'm sure, that I was pretty damn good looking back then, not hard on the eyes at all and it saved my ass.
For it was there that I began to feel like a normal person, not a sick parasite of society. My mom, had told me, just before showing me the door, when it was discovered I was gay, (a love letter sent to me and read by the entire family before confronting me with it) that she could accept me as a murderer, but not a homosexual.
So, I had a place to live with people like me, I found work and later, my own place, all because of, literally, the kindness of strangers. They didn't know me, I could have been a murderer, like my mother wanted me to be, except I'm not, just a gay man who abhors violence and wanted, very much, to be accepted and loved. I was.
Ernie told me stories of what life was like for him as a young gay man in the twenties and thirties. It's interesting because gays and lesbians have been marrying each other for a very long time all over America. It's just recently that they have been able to marry the one they loved however.
Back then, in order to survive, if you were gay, you would find a lesbian willing to marry you or vice-versa. People met each other through parties, you could be arrested and sent to prison if you were a known gay in the company of other gays. People would have parties, you would escort the opposite sex to the party so that neighbors would see mixed couples, going into and out of a house. The girls would take one side of the house and the boys, the other and all have a hell of good time. And that's how you would be introduced to others through these parties of married couples.
Ernie married a dyke from the drip-less candle fortune. She provided the house in Panorama City for Ernie and when either was needed for family affairs, they would show up together, as a loving married couple who, unfortunately, could not have children. His wife was a wonderful gal that I met later, she had a condo at the beach for her and her girlfriend.
A lot of gays and lesbians did this and actually still do, though not as much. I still see now and then, ads looking for a marriage of convenience. Someone desperate and willing to pay or accept a faux marriage. That's what I find so interesting about Christians, they can accept you as a lie, but not as who you are. They would rather you a heterosexual murderer than a kind, loving, gay or lesbian.
It's why religion can be seen as an invention of humans. The god or gods in the bible, for there is an old testament god and then his son who is a god but yet the same god, how schizophrenic is that? That tell you to do the most absurd things. And if you did them, they would lock you up in a state prison for the criminally insane. Sell your children, sure, throw rocks at women until they're dead because someone said they cheated on their husband, no problemo and it goes on and on.
Prophets told to role around in their own shit. I mean really, from a god? It is all so absurd and yet these crazy fucking religious morons feel they can control the rest of us with the 'WORD OF GOD'.
I say revolt, stop allowing this insanity to continue. Call out the religious for their repulsive behavior and ignore their cries that we must abide by god's law. Why do we allow this to happen? As if these crazy religious people have a foot to stand on?
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