One of the sad things to increasingly happen in the last decade of Pride parades is the Christian fundamentalists who come and protest (yes, they’re all against a day of love, respect and acceptance. How, err, Christian of them :-/). I love that at Seattle Pride, faced with such hate, Mama Tits showed them the door. And schooled them on their own beliefs – because as anyone queer/LGBTQ on the internet knows, many of these people parroting all the Leviticus lines haven’t even read their own frigging book.
They certainly skipped the whole love part, the bits where the hippy with the long beard and hair went and raved it up with prostitutes and thieves because, you know, ‘love everyone’ isn’t just a platitude you put on cards? I wish the right-wing/fundie types would actually follow their book, because ‘judge ye not’ seems pretty clear to me, as do all the love your neighbour bits. I’m pretty certain that Jesus bloke would come raving with the queers and gays than stick around with stuffed shirt types getting his words wrong anyway.
(If he existed that is, which as an atheist I don’t agree he ever did. As I said to Kirk on the bus home last night, we invent our gods in our own image. Usually with flaws to make us feel better when they ‘fall’, because gods with no human traits is like worshipping the Sun, they’re too alien for more complex parables, perfect gods are hard to relate to – a bit like the fascination for the foibles and downfalls of celebrities. Although worshipping the wonder of nature makes more sense to me than some unemployed carpenter from a tiny village, tbh.)
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