Arch Nemesis,
I've been thinking some more and wanted to add another serious post to this. Now, I know we have our fun. I call you an abomination, traitor, evil, so loathsome the Devil himself would toss you out of Hell; you know, light-hearted things. And you with equal light-hearted thought call me friend and misguided. We are equal on this as I see it. But of course, I would expect evil to deny the righteousness of its opposition. So I forgive you for your horrid, depraved, merciless ways.
In my last letter I attempted to enlighten you on just a tiny sampling of the people you wish to fight against. I could go on and bring in anecdotal evidence from as far away as the United Kingdom to just a matter of a distance that spans less than a football field. All of this would do what for you? Would it reveal the error of your ways and let in the light of the rightness of my cause? Surely not. How do I know this? It is manifested in the form of a mutual friend. A friend that I shall simply call Doctor. Now, Doctor has not the eloquence that I possess (who does have that gift to the degree that I possess it?) but I have noticed your friendship with him. Doctor, as you well know, is gay and happy about that. Now, I'm sure you'll say things like, "I love the sinner and hate the sin" but really, what does that mean?
I may despise your evil nature with a passion that surprises those around me. I may even consider you the very antithesis of light and goodness and that if there were such thing as a soul that yours would be the type that would suck that essence out of all others. But, I devolve into teasing you light-heartedly once more. What I did want to share was how fuzzy that line is between loving a person and hating what they do and how despite that you still manage to shelter yourself from that reality. I shall continue. Now, I will concede (a rare moment, indeed!) that habits are far easier to separate from the individual. A smoker is easier to be around and still separate the person from the addiction.
What about us wily gays?
How do you separate a person from their "addiction." And what is that addiction? Is it loving someone so purely and truly that they want to spend the rest of their lives with them, or even raise a family with them? Is it the desire to actually marry or wanting to have health care benefits and all other legal rights afforded a heterosexual married couple? Such a strange form of addiction. What about the desire of gay couples to attend churches, political rallies, be active in the lives of their children? Are these all manifestations of an addictive behavior? Where do you draw the line?
Imagine yourself telling Doctor, "I love you, bro, but I can't accept your lifestyle." What does that mean? I will substitute "addiction" with "lifestyle" and apply the questions of the previous paragraph to this word. What do friends do? I know that if one of my friends were to have a celebration of sorts, that I would go and show my support for them whether it be a bat mitzvah, baptism, birthday celebration, or even an anniversary of a wedding. I would do this regardless of their religion (or lack thereof), political affiliation, partner preference, sports team of choice, university allegiance, preference of good or evil, etc.
If you knew Wild and Seeker (which you very well may), I hope you would be able to transcend their preference in partner or their religious affiliation. I know that I would do so with you - I would ignore the rancid darkness that destroys your very mind, the cruelty which festers inside of you. Yet, alas, I know this to be not the case. Despite knowing Doctor, you still choose to maintain the views that you have likely held since a child. I would even go further as to state that the simplicity that you saw the world in at a young age is still maintained in those views now. You choose not to see that a circle fits into a circle hole. Rather, you'd rather put a square in the circular hole. Why, my arch nemesis?
May you see reason someday,
Mr. Sanity
Five Years Out
9 years ago
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