God Accepted My Friend Request

My family still lives in this town and my mom is kind of in everyone’s business because she works for town management and the town’s pr team (it’s a very touristic place because of all the tulips). But yeah, mom is very involved and knows everyone that is even remotely relevant in town.

This leads us to our brave gay boy. Gay boy is 21 years old and part of an extreme form of religious community within our town. I wouldn’t call it a cult but it’s kind of borderline at that point.

He finally came to terms with being gay (we all knew but that’s ok take your time) and came out to his blissfully unaware parents. His parents felt and the entire religious community they were in felt that they were being very accepting. I mean, he was allowed to be gay as long as he acted straight and didn’t get a boyfriend, what else do you want?

But brave little gay wanted

So some shit went down and he had a huge fight with his parents who basically told him “There’s the door. Goodbye.” Now the Netherlands isn’t that big of a country and things like this spread pretty quickly so within no time, he was contacted by one of the biggest gay magazines in the countries for an interview. Of course he gladly told his story.

Now the religious community wasn’t exactly happy that he did that. They felt that he was being unfair to his parents who were so loving and accepting. The entire community jumped to their defense because “We know his parents very well and they’re kind people who wouldn’t do anyone harm.” 

Now our town has two Facebook groups in which people can talk about current events in town. The original one is the one we all rebelled against because it’s being led by the super religious dictator who kicked off all admins and deletes everything he doesn’t like. He’s also been super sexist to my mom so out of spite she and a few others made another group for people who aren’t in danger of getting a heart attack when someone says the word “fuck”. 

Anyway, our brave little gay had a short interview on tv with one of our most famous gays and of course the religious community didn’t like this either. They posted it to the first group and the sexist dictator didn’t like that. So after it had been posted 6 times he declared that anyone who posted it would be banned from the group.

So they start posting it in the other group where nothing gets deleted.

Suddenly all of the religious cult-not-cult started joining the group just to bash our brave little gay on the post. But they’re not allowed to swear in their community so they were all being super polite. Meanwhile our brave little gay was casually sassing all of them for being complete fucking idiots. 

For example, another gay man in the community said that he was very freely and openly gay himself and that our brave little gay is being overdramatic. To which our brave little gay responded “Ok so you say you’re out and proud but you’re not actually a practicing-gay” and I’m still here reflecting on the term practicing-gay but anyway.

So for about 150 comments everyone goes back and forth while my mom is in the background talking to our brave little gay advising him as the good PR person she is. But meanwhile she’s getting all the details which of course I then get to know because who the fuck am I going to tell?

So it turns out that the entire religious community is super afraid of our brave little gay. Not because he’s gay but because he knows things. Apparently this entire community is filled with pedophiles who have been “forgiven” by the lord and were never prosecuted. Our brave little gay knows exactly who these people are and can basically point them out to whoever wants to know, which the community isn’t happy with because they gotta protect their child molesters but not their gay people.

I know Calla. 

“The protesters outside started calling me a jezebel a lot more,” Hales said. “And I got letters in the mail saying that I deserved it.”

They also said things they could have known only from talking to her attacker or seeing her rape kit. Hales has a tattoo of a serotonin molecule on her left rib and one day, a protester asked what molecule her tattoo was of.

Hales received a barrage of anonymous text messages, phone calls, and voicemails. She’d pick up the phone and hear someone breathing heavily. She’d get voicemails that said, “Do you remember it?” Some days, she received hundreds of blank text messages. One night while at dinner with friends, she got a text from an unknown number that said, “That shirt looks pretty on you.”

This wasn’t a “lone wolf” - this was a fully accepted member of the local “pro-life” community and instead of being horrified or disgusted by his actions they cheered him on and celebrated what he did. 

“When her father was governor of New York, he and his wife proposed that Alice attend a conservative school for girls in New York City. Pulling out all the stops, Alice wrote, ‘If you send me I will humiliate you. I will do something that will shame you. I tell you I will.’”

“Her father took office in 1901 following the assassination of President William McKinley, Jr. in Buffalo (an event that she greeted with “sheer rapture.”)“

“During the cruise to Japan, Alice jumped into the ship’s pool fully clothed, and coaxed a congressman to join her in the water. (Years later Bobby Kennedy would chide her about the incident, saying it was outrageous for the time, to which the by-then-octogenarian Alice replied that it would only have been outrageous had she removed her clothes.”

“She was dressed in a blue wedding dress and dramatically cut the wedding cake with a sword (borrowed from a military aide attending the reception)”

“When it came time for the Roosevelt family to move out of the White House, Alice buried a Voodoo doll of the new First Lady, Nellie Taft, in the front yard.”

“Later, the Taft White House banned her from her former residence—the first but not the last administration to do so. During Woodrow Wilson’s administration (from which she was banned in 1916 for a bawdy joke at Wilson’s expense)…”

“As an example of her attitudes on race, in 1965 her African-American chauffeur and one of her best friends, Turner, was driving Alice to an appointment. During the trip, he pulled out in front of a taxi, and the driver got out and demanded to know of him, “What do you think you’re doing, you black bastard?” Turner took the insult calmly, but Alice did not and told the taxi driver, “He’s taking me to my destination, you white son of a bitch!”

This is Alice as an older lady. The pillow says “If you can’t say something good about someone, sit right here by me.” 

“I’m preparing you to be better than me. You Understand?“ 

“Yes, Daddy.“ 

“Let’s go play.”

Become a roll model no matter the situation!!!! Black Dad representation 

 Me in 2011: no! D: you got so much to live for ://

 Friend in 2017: I wanna die 

 Me in 2017: