During the hullaballoo about Chick-fil-A this summer, I heard a lot of irate obscenities from my gay friends and a lot of babbling platitudes from my Christian friends. The whole thing struck me as rather ridiculous, considering the uproar was about the president and COO of Chick-fil-A, Dan Cathy, and his stance on gay marriage. The issue was not discrimination against employees or the quality of Chick-fil-A’s chicken. The only thing the pictures of gay couples kissing in front of Chick-fil-A accomplished was providing free advertisement for the company. Fighting a corporation is futile because companies don’t care if you agree with their political stance. They don’t even care if they improve your quality of life, they only care if you buy their product or not. As Dan Cathy’s own website says, “Chick-fil-A does not define Dan Cathy. It’s a huge part of my life, but there are a lot of other meaningful things that make up who I am…” It’s just sad that those “other meaningful things” include hate instead of love.
I suspect capitalism has diluted the message of the God that I was raised to praise. The same inability to separate the idea of a company from one man has made it difficult to tell the difference between a church and a company. Most Christians want to “acquire property for expansion” or “market to (insert demographic here) people” with the best intentions, but those objectives are clearly capitalistic, and have nothing to do with the function of the church. Our country runs on money, so the church needs money too, and the churchgoers are lawyers and doctors and mechanics and factory workers. But confusing the church for a corporation allows people to use their faith like a status symbol. What’s the difference between a hipster condescending a Katy Perry fan and a Christian demeaning Muslims for their beliefs? “I’m a Christian”, they say, claiming allegiance to their God-brand, and this protects them from blame or suspicion. But their attitudes and actions are anything but Christ-like.
I remember reading something about money in the Bible: “Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven”. I think somebody named “Jesus Christ” said that. Any “Christian” who values trust funds and personal agendas more than humility and respect is not like Christ. I’m not angry at Dan Cathy because he gave money to a foundation that aims to oppress and segregate gays. I’m ashamed of him because he didn’t give that money to causes that actually serve people, like work programs for homeless people or healthcare for mentally handicapped teenagers. I believe in Dan Cathy’s basic civil rights, including free speech, but he obviously does not return the favor. By spending money to criminalize gay marriage and gay adoption (if you think “criminalize” sounds too harsh, look up the word “illegal”), the Marriage & Family Foundation and their supporters have made their priorities entirely clear, and they do not include “love your neighbor as yourself”.
25% of gay children are kicked out of their home when they come out to their parents and 20% of homeless youth in America are gay. I can guarantee you almost all of those kids are from religious families. Instead of helping this group of damaged young people, Dan Cathy and others like him add to their suffering. He may be an American, but I think it’s time he stopped claiming to be a Christian. Christians should stop supporting bigotry and start serving the souls they’ve shunned from their homes.
I have too many friends who are considered second-class citizens (or even subhumans) because of their sexuality. I have too many friends who were beaten up outside a busy club, or mauled on their way home from work, or attacked in broad daylight on the sidewalk. I have too many friends who are surrounded by apathy and bigotry and become stuck in depression or self-destruction. I have too many friends who avoid meaningful relationships with promiscuity and drug abuse. I have too many friends that won’t ever speak to their family again.
One act of hate can be a traumatic event but one act of love is a glancing blow. What a sad imbalance. We already waste too much time with hate and anger. I’m going to spend my time on love and kindness. I want to be patient and honest and humble and trustful and hopeful. I want to use words to encourage and inspire. I’m tired of holding my tongue. I’m tired of talking behind people’s backs. I’m tired of saying “go fuck yourself”. I want you to go love yourself, for once.
this might be my favorite music video of all time
how’d you get so slender? don’t wanna take off too much. if your intentions were truer, you would look more like a suitor. they stickered you too sick to touch. you dropped kind ‘cause anger takes weight. you weren’t making sideways seem like straight. why are there quills in your compliments? the world isn’t pinking the way you wanted it. how’d you get so tender? don’t wanna come off too tough. you made us out to be monsters, yet you’re still searching for shelter. they already called off all your bluffs. you switched love with sex in your head. you were hatemaking when the love fled. where are the queens of the continents? the world isn’t pinking the way you wanted it. i wander and wonder, i ramble and rant, i slip by and under, i see at a slant, i wonder and wander, i mumble and moan, it’s not now or never, my mind is my own.
“you are man?” montage (+4 closeups)
i made this out of Details sent to me in the mail. i never subscribed to the magazine, it’s just showed up for years now.
my marathon man
that is something we made landing on ANOTHER PLANET
the might of mice and men might not matter tonight. dragons are spitting molten stone and steam over the city lights. fasten your belts, buttons and buckles, grabbing the helm with white hot knuckles, my pulse is pounding, the throb astounding, everything shimmering, shiny and bright… we’re so young, this can’t be love! the drones reel and rant, slow it down, give it a rest. patrons are sitting on the edge of their seats, elegantly dressed. they wait for violence, cave in and collapse, to fill the silence with thunderous claps, pulses pounding, the throb resounding, my heart’s gonna swell right outta my chest… we’re so young, can this be love? and everybody’s bleeding heart is trapped inside a cage so dark that even if they’re beating hard their sympathy don’t get too far.
Cody and I watched The Big Lebowski with French subtitles last night. Here are our favorite screenshots.