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
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!
The documentary: originally a tool of true exposition, often the crudest and most raw examples of cinema, these films have now become highly-stylized, money-making Hollywood machines that cater to young, upscale urbanites. While the Hollywood filmmaking experts have definitely lent some credibility to the documentaries of our time, to a great degree they lose a lot of the passion and energy that earlier documentaries had.
Now typically an audience member will know ahead of time the angle that a filmmaker is taking going into the movie, and its conclusion, being able to be convinced almost before the documentary begins of its thesis and concepts. Outrage, while definitely having a slant, didn’t convince me. It was well-made and put together very well, an excellent documentary with a specific style, but its content has me disconcerted, rather than outraged.
Two serious problems at least:
I feel like the movie doesn’t really answer these questions, but only provides excuses: these are politicians whose choices harm people they vote against, these are politicians steeped in hypocrisy (sleep with boys at night/vote against them in the morning), these are politicians who are taking advantage of a priveleged level of privacy, etc etc. These are all non-answers–and there is no real answer or justification that stands up to reasoned, intellectual discussion. It’s a gray area that documentaries these days are designed to sidestep–provide the audience a quick answer and move on.
The only saving grace of the movie is that when some of these politicians are outed, they become ardent gay rights activists. But if this is the case, maybe the problem isn’t political, but rather societal: our politicians must act straight to get votes, must vote anti-gay to stay in office, and must have fake marriages and cover up their own sexual lives to succeed on the political stage. We endorse this through our votes, essentially–and when a scandal breaks it’s front-page news on CNN. I think that there needs to be some serious retooling of America’s Victorian, 700 Club-sensibilities; if this is the case, is outing politicians forcibly, whatever the result, really an action in pursuit of this goal?
Grade: B-
Tags: conservative, documentary, gay, GLBT, outing, Outrage
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
I love you, Deven Green.
Tags: bible, gay, gay marriage, GLBT