The true colors of my family are emerging. They are now offended that I dare to point a finger at their beloved religion. *gasp*
I found this FB post that sums up my feelings SO perfectly and I want to make it immortal so I'm capturing it in here:
"Fuck. Your thoughts. And Prayers. We don't need them. I don't want them.
You can't elevate people like Kim Davis, Ted Cruz, Huckabee and Trump and then as a country turn around and pretend that it's Islam that caused this.
We have been beaten to death with fists and boots and bottles and bats and lead pipes. We have been shot and stabbed and mutilated. We have been raped to death and we have been raped as punishment. We have been trapped and burned alive, families too ashamed to claim our corpses, churches refusing us burial. We have been strangled and stuffed under motel mattresses. We have been hung from barbed wire fences and left, alone, to die slowly.
America you have done all of this to us while calling *us* the predators, accusing *us* of perversion. You have stripped us of honor and titles even after we fought and died for you. You have called our bodies and our families unnatural and legislated against their safety. America, your politicians have fractured our bones under the heels of their shoes and their footprints have tracked our blood all the way to the airport bathrooms and clandestine hotel rooms where they seek pleasurable release from us.
How dare you, America, use our suffering and our corpses as a shield to attack 1.6 billion people. How dare you pretend that suddenly, just today, you care for our safety while you do nothing about the reckless greed of gun manufacturers, do nothing about the people in power who mock us and encourage fear of us.
How dare you, America, try to co-opt the fear that I live with every day of my life - every threat, every attack, every slur that has been screamed at me, every bit of rage hurled at me by men who wanted my number in a gay bar or men who cornered me to demand to know how my girlfriends taste, every bit of shame from the pulpit on Sundays, every time I had to hear as dobson said my queerness should be beaten out of me, every time I gripped my son's hand a little tighter to walk past the protesters outside of Pride. How dare you try to take this fear that *you* have instilled in me and redirect it towards YOUR war.
America, you have been at war with me since before I was even born. I am not your cannon fodder. You are not actually angry on my behalf and you do not get to twist my anguish to fuel yet more hatred and yet more death.
So take your thoughts and your prayers and turn them inward. They won't help me, but maybe they'll help you realize that we've been dying all this time and you never cared before."
My aunt has deleted and blocked me. My mother isn't currently speaking to me. She is playing the victim card like the sun and moon revolve around her over sensitive ass. Sorry Mom. I let you play that card every day if you want but not this time. You don't get to claim this one. If only you defended the queer folks with half the fervor you defend your religion, who is also complicit in the culture of hate in this country, it wouldn't be a problem. If only you would have discussed this with ME, instead of showing your ass in public and when you didn't get your way, deleted all your comments so I looked like a raving lunatic talking to myself. Thanks Mom! You're a peach! Once you told me that your church didn't accept gay people and I asked you how you reconciled this... being in an anti-gay church while being supportive to your gay daughter and her partner. You said you couldn't so you just ignored it. Ignoring the hatred is as bad as the hating. If you don't take a stand against toxicity, you are also responsible for it. You have a voice of privilege. Fucking USE it! Sometimes it just amazes me I came out of you. Your mind is weak. You are self hating. I pity you. I love you but I pity you.
