I recently read this as a repost on another blog–and had to share it. An excellent letter from a proud, loving mother.
By SHARON UNDERWOOD
For the Valley News (White River Junction, VT)
Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I’ve taken enough from you good people.
I’m tired of your foolish rhetoric about the “homosexual agenda” and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.
My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.
He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called “fag” incessantly, starting when he was 6.
In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn’t bear to continue living any longer, that he didn’t want to be gay and that he couldn’t face a life without dignity.
You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don’t know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn’t put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it’s about time you started doing that.
At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won’t get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don’t know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.
If you want to tout your own morality, you’d best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I’m puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that’s not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?
A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I’ll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for “true Vermonters.”
You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn’t give their lives so that the “homosexual agenda” could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart.
He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn’t the measure of the man.
You religious folk just can’t bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.
How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage.
You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.
The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about “those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing” asks: “What ever happened to the idea of striving . . . to be better human beings than we are?”
Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that?
Sharon Underwood’s e-mail is: sundervt@hotmail.com. I had the chance to speak with her yesterday. Her son is doing fine now, the first in his family to graduate from college.
If you have friends who think Jesus would have been a Republican — on the side of billionaire Pat Robertson, et al, in opposing Hate Crimes Legislation, opposing the Nuclear Nonproliferation Treaty, and, yes, opposing Vermont’s extension of economic benefits to same-sex couples — please feel free to forward this column to as many of them as you like. Can’t you just see it? Jesus arm-in-arm with the NRA trying to maintain the gun-show loophole? Stumping the Holy Land in favor of a massive tax cut for the rich, while opposing a hike in the minimum wage? Somehow, I think not.
Tomorrow: Back to Business. (Probably.)
Tags: gay, GLBT, GLBT rights, homosexuality
Friday
On Friday, Catie and I decided to head out of the apartment to look for beds and stop at Target. Our venture was cut short by a car accident on West Lake; we rear-ended someone. While the damage was minor and no-one was injured, the airbags deployed and somehow, managed to strike a sensitive area upon my person. I was pretty sore, and still am a bit…ouch.
We went back home, shaken but alive, and I continued to work on Bryan and my Halloween costumes. In the end, I finished with an awesome Grim Reaper costume for Bryan and completed the light-up sword for my own. Friday was rounded off by being given an invitation for an interview on Monday for a new web project manager position.
Saturday
Knowledageable Ravenclaws on the way to their next objective in MN Puzzle Quest 7: Muggle Quest.
Saturday was going to be a busy day. At noon, I had Minnesota Puzzle Quest 7: Muggle Quest, an event being put on by my friend Claire. A Harry Potter-themed puzzle quest, participants were running around the University of Minnesota campus, solving some pretty advanced puzzles. I was the official photographer for the event. There was a logic puzzle to start off, a rock-paper-scissors 7-way variant puzzle, a grid puzzle, and some CSI-like investigations of props and codes. All in all, I was really impressed with what some of the participants brought to the game–it required a good set of legs, a good brain and some excellent critical thinking skills.
Later that night, I was an actual participant in my friend Nathan’s Annual Halloween Party. His Halloween parties are of great renown–he typically spends and entire year preparing, setting up, writing, and creating props and decorations. His house was transformed into an 80’s horror/thriller/slasher movie mayhem theme! The quiz was to try and find Jack the Pumpkin, who had been abducted by one of the horror movie creatures. Bryan and I did a good job–and were on track to finishing it–but we got way too tired. Once we hit a couple impasses we lost our energy and instead, spent our time with the Endless (Dave, Kameron, Jeremy et al) upstairs, making campy comments on The Fog.
Sunday
Bryan and I woke up early and made some good breakfast (eggs, toast, bacon) and then I made him sit through Trauma: Life in the ER. This was a burn episode too, and included debriding, and injured kids, and huge scalp wounds. Bryan was a trooper and watched every minute…well, almost every minute. I spent the rest of the day editing the photos from the Muggle Quest, getting those ready for submission and publication later this week. I hear that the group that runs this might be moving towards non-profit status, and if that’s the case, then I’ve just done my first official photography work!
Catie is moving out tomorrow to her new place in Maplewood and slowly has been packing. I’m taking over her room once she leaves and haven’t even begun organizing for the move into the other room. It’s only eight feet…but I am thinking I can make this very easy or very hard on myself.
All in all…a good weekend. And if you haven’t guessed it, Bryan and I are now officially dating. After two and a half years…finally in a relationship.
Tags: car accident, costume, halloween, Muggle Quest, photography, weekendery
Last night I was a judge for my friend perkk’s ongoing Iron Chef competitions. Last night, Nate and Joseph faced off in ‘Battle Citirs’, where the surprise ingredient was oranges, lemons and grapefruit. The main dishes were seafood: Nate served scallops and tuna, and Joseph focused on the fruit and tuna. Read and see more on bearinslc’s Livejournal!

Joseph holding an orange

The three judges of Iron Chef #2
Someone put this on the back of my green “gay? fine by me” shirt yesterday. I think it happened at the Roseville Target, and I only noticed it today.

From some fabulous fucktard
Serious insult…putting a message on my back? This would’ve neccessitated a serious comeback in fourth grade, like pouring rubber cement in your desk or faking your handwriting in a note to the teacher professing your love for your uncle, who touches you in special places. Instead you get skewered on my blog.
Really? Are you serious, person who did this? Did you really take the time out of your day to write out “Eat Me Too!” on a piece of Scotch tape to put on my back? Did you giggle inanely as you were writing this out? I hope it didn’t make you late to go see “G-Force” at your local theater. Did you and your psychology-major friends get a HUGE laugh out of this? Are you serious?
The ‘E’ characters looks fucked up. In fact, it almost looks like you were about to write another word that starts with F. Really? Were you thinking this very funny fuck/gay joke would be laughed at by everyone yesterday, whilst I shopped at Target innocently? No one laughed then, but I can promise you there will be chuckling when your vapid grandchildren watch you shit your deathbed.
I think that if I could have any power in the world, it would be to accurately reflect my disgust and embarassment at these other members of the human race back to them. The vast switch from pretended superiority and hilarity to utter shame seems apropos. Cheers!
Roomies (Cody and Mike) and I took a trip to Ames and Des Moines, IA for Capital City Pride last weekend. All were had by a good time.
Tags: bears, Capital City Pride, cubs, Des Moines, DSM, GLBT, homosexual, IA, Pride, twinks
Pictures from Grand Ole Day in St Paul, on June 7, 2009. The Minneapolis bears and I cross the river to partake of delicious foods and the sights & sounds.
Tags: celebration, GOD, Grand Ave, Grand Old Day, inebriation, St. Paul, summer
I was recently interviewed by The Bad Cub Club! An excellent blog and gallery for guys who love the short, hairy gay men in the world.
Head on over to The Bad Cub Club and check out my interview! Thanks BCC!
This past week I finally went on a really good date. The connection was immediate and effortless. I had a good time and even went back to his place–rather rare with the way dates have gone for the past few years. Everything was perfect and I really would like to see him again. He was smart, sexy, cultured, we had the same opinions on movies and music, and he was a gamer. Talk about diamond in the rough!
The problem is that I’m not hearing back from him. No responses to my text or the one telephone call I permitted myself. I don’t want to overwhelm him, but did I wait this long to let an opportunity like this slip by me? It seems that all of a sudden my efforts of keeping cool and really becoming comfortable with casual dating has led me nowhere. I still have little control of my own passions and circumstances. Do I become helpless the moment I finally get impressed and attracted to someone? Or am I doing just a really good job of fooling myself the rest of the time?
Experiences like this tend to uncover my own neuroses and insecurities. Was the feeling of excitment and attraction not mutual during the date? Am I not as impressive as this young man? What qualities do I lack, or what character deficincies am I carrying around that are preventing me from really moving forward?
After a long week of invoicing and difficult client work, the weekend is presenting an opportunity for me to take action. What should I do? In the very act of pursuing a relationship I may lose one, by flubbing this excellent chance to be with someone. Or am I even thinking the wrong thing at this stage? Should I just let go and ‘play cool’ and see what comes of it? I’m not exactly a passive or patient guy when it comes to these things.
Tags: angst, bear, cub, date, dating, gay, introspection, romance