Blasphemy

I’ve been remembering the youth pastor who used his voice to shun homosexuals and then said HE wasn’t saying it, God was.

I told him the only voice I heard was his and he didn’t know what he was talking about.

Thank goodness I had enough fire inside me to stand up to him. I find myself wondering about all the other kids, the ones who kept quiet. The ones who didn’t have moms with a “Question Authority” bumper sticker.

The ones who believed him and the ones who empowered him.

The other kids I can give a pass to— standing up to an adult is tricky and most of them didn’t have a dog in the fight. But the adults? I won’t waste my breath on the ones who agreed with him, they can fuck all the way off.

But the adults who cringed but looked the other way, who shrugged their shoulders and said “a lot of people feel that way,” those are the fuckers I have a harder time forgiving. The “bigotry adjacent” crowd.

Cuz yeah, I have a hard time forgiving adults who enable bigots.

I’m fine with that character flaw.