(Found on tumblr): Handwritten apology note from God to a closeted gay man My son, I created closets as a sanctuary for sweatshirts and dresses, not to store secrets that have no reason to be kept hidden. I allowed human skin cells to regenerate every seven years as a way of making them shed all the unwanted insults, to come alive in a fresh body, new and untouched, to begin again. So now, my son, shed your old body and put on a new one. Forests are for hiding in, not closets. Reveal yourself to all. Yes, the Bible says man shall not lie with man, but then again no book is ever really finished, is it? New pages are written all the time. So let us turn to a new one and dip the pen in ink. I am the final author of my autobiography, and no one else. Let me remind you that when I look down from above and see you holding hands with a man named Adam, I do not think of Adam and Steve; I think of Adam and Bill or Adam and John, or Adam and Jose or Adam and whoever he goddamn wants. And if Adam’s ex-girlfriend Eve ever comes along and slaps him across the face for “lying with a man,” I hope he takes that apple from her and enjoys every last delicious bite. My son, I watched your birth from my golden perch. It was a cesarean section, a bloody miracle. You were lifted from her stomach like hope itself. When the doctors slashed the umbilical cord like a kite string, you wailed at the top of your powerful little lungs. With a voice like that, there’s no reason to remain quiet now. It’s time. And my son, if you were worried, Heaven is not the Westboro Baptist Church. Heaven is a place that opens its gates to you like welcoming arms.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 05:53:46 +0000
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