Corey Craft
Stop the Hate
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I remember that fateful Saturday morn when my father sat me down, and we had that special chat. I was at the ripe old age of 14 and was, as most children of that age, still trying to figure out which team I'd join. I had posters of both men and women up in my room, but on this day, my dad finally told me it was time to make up my mind.
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"I know, son, but it is one every male must make," spake my father. He then explained the horribly difficult choice: choose to have sex with women, which is not only accepted by society but would be rewarded with high-fives from my bros; or choose to have sex with men, which might make me happy but would be seen with derision by the Christian church, my entire family and like 90 percent of America. Not to mention, I would be wallowing in sin and degradation, which, as we all know, is the objective truth.
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He then explained that if chose to be gay, I would be met with opposition from the worst sort of hypocrite, the sort who says things like, "I will express my ambivalence toward your gayness and say it's OK, I guess, while I deny you rights and make some tenuous and ridiculous parallel with body piercing. Then I will overlook the protection of 'veterans' in the nondiscrimination policy, which is sometimes forced but is as of late definitely a choice, and then 'religion,' which is a choice unless you are brainwashed (and that's all too ironic)."
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After this long discussion, the choice was clear. Due to the fear of constant ostracization, I chose to be straight. My father shook my hand, and I never had to deal with being dragged behind a truck and murdered because of some choice that I made.
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