Dear Dyke Diary,
I have recently made contact with several friends from college, specifically the BSU (Baptist Student Union). It is always with a bit of trepidation that I approve these friends or request them as I see them on other's profiles. I had a pretty amazing group of friends in college. We were so diverse, yet shared one passion that brought us all together.
I "officially" came out after I left school, but I had let most of them in on what was happening in my life before my Junior year. There was a divide that started once I came out. Everything from are you attracted to me (umm no)(my roommate at the time laughingly said "why not???") to not returning calls, to out and out saying that I was no longer a part of their lives.
My biggest critic from the BSU ended up running off with my pastor (who happened to be married at the time). I have to say that made me laugh. A lot. Schadenfreude!
Anyway, back the the point of this blog...every time I talk to one of these friends for the first time I hold my breath and wait for the fire and brim stone to rain down on my little lesbo head. I have been pleasantly surprised...no fire...not a sign of brimstone...I don't know if I have changed...if they are less fanatical...if the climate of our society has eased the way for me...I dunno...
I will say this...the people that I thought would be totally accepting are still stand-offish and the ones that I thought would shun me completely seem happy for me that I have Sue. Once again proving that predicting another human being's behavior is futile.
Tangent: (For those of you from SFA): I cannot tell you how much I miss the camp fires and singing at Grandma and Grandpa's. The plethora of sodas, snacks, and pictures...they must love the digital age!
Anyway, I think that my trepidation has lead way to hope. Hope that maybe someday young gay Christians can just skip that painful initial rejection and go straight (no pun intended) to acceptance. That they will never have to be afraid of how they were made, of being pushed aside like a leper, but most importantly of fearing that the all loving God that they hold so dear hates them.
