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This is how fucked UP the fight for marriage equality (or it’s equivalent) is in my country.

The Australian Christian Lobby posted the above meme this morning, saying that today’s marriage equality bill in the Australian parliament was squished…

Upon further investigation, it turns out that it simply wasn’t discussed today, therefore that led the ACL to claim victory that their hate is justified.

There was a huge push over the weekend to get members of the public to email their views to local MP’s. Whoever organised this did a brilliant job of it, because upon filling out ONE form and starting where my electorate was, it basically CC’d EVERY single MP within the greater area.

I KNEW this because I was getting SO many automated replies. You know, the usual ‘blah blah blah, I’m a politician so I can’t respond to you right now…‘ gibberish, which was expected anyway.

My email was basically, “It’s 2015. Everyone knows Australia wants it. Quit holding us back.”
Something like that. I was pretty bland when I wrote it. You know, since I’ve been advocating for it since the dawn of time and all - basic human rights and all that jazz. I’m like a broken record that’s been on loop for years.

Of course the ACL had their own hate-fueled campaign, using their usual backdated excuses such as playing the ‘children’ card.
Pffft.

Every. Single. Time.

So yeah, initially I believed this tripe they posted. They believe that since it WASN’T spoken about, that means the government doesn’t give a shit about it’s LGBTI citizens and will vote as a blanket-block against allowing a free vote on marriage equality.

Wow, SO many stepping stones isn’t there?

And TODAY (of all days), I read THIS news story. Yes, apparently it’s real.
This bitch is getting married to a tree. A God-damn, TREE.

And I won’t even go into the new television show that Channel 9 are bringing out soon, where two complete strangers marry each other without even having met.

I feel like I’m in a comic book. I really do. A very, long-running complete work of fiction, and the book doesn’t seem to have a happy ending. It keeps havng pages torn from it, or being re-written, or being replaced with words from the Bible.

You know what I don’t understand, and have never understood?
Christian’s sheer OBSESSION with gay sex. It really astounds me.
The idea of what is happening behind closed doors in the privacy of hundreds of thousands of homes around Australia is enough to drive hate-mongering drivel among these so called ‘Christians’.

And I used to be one. A very devout one, in fact. The fact that I used to teach youth at church camps just blows my mind today. I never taught HATE though, like these people are doing. To me, it is clearly that, even though I see it more as ‘Preventing Love’, personally.

Their obsession with gay sex really makes me question them myself. We all know homophobia only exists because these people have these gay feelings within themselves.
WHY ELSE FEEL THREATENED? HUH?
ACL - got something to admit to us??

The coolest people I know are those who are happiest with themselves. They know who they are, they love what they do, they see the positive side in every situation. They are comfortable with their sexuality, so there is no need to feel threatened about it when it is brought up. Am I right?

When I had my former best friend, Aaron, back in the 90’s, and I came out to him, I remember being terrified of his reaction. His reaction, however, turned out to be nothing but supportive. There are two things that stood out. He once said to me, ‘If you were a girl, you’d be the perfect girlfriend.’ Respect.
I had a penis. He had a penis. He didn’t swing my way. He knew that, I knew that. I adored him for never once treating me any differently to his other friends.
The other thing that stood out was when his mum guessed why I was around so often, and said to her son, “I think Matt’s gay. You could be gay too.”
Without batting an eyelid, Aaron replied, “I like girls too much to be gay.”
And hey, today he’s married with two kids. Lovely.

Unfortunately, not everyone is like that, and I refuse to surround myself with people who are. Such negative energy on me and my life. Really. It’s why (as you all know) why I barely ever see my family. My dad’s backdated stubborn biblical views drive me to anger to the point where I sometimes shake uncontrollably.
It’s almost like I have a vicious streak toward homophobic-people.
Isn’t that what the Christians tell us to do? To treat others unto how thy treat thyself?

The problem is that when someone says they disapprove of gay marriage, us gays can’t help but feel victimised.
It’s been happening to us for years. The snickering at school, the walking passing in the street, bogans flying past in cars (“Ya fucking faggot!”).
For me personally it was being punched in the head on the gayest street in Sydney during Mardi Gras, and being singled out by that drunk guy at a Gold Coast train station, where I was shoved to the ground, all because this fuckhead had a suspicion of me being one of those “Fucking faggots.”

Shit like that, I can’t help but think back on, you know. Other guys aren’t so lucky. The kid who was on his phone walking through Kings Cross was king-hit and killed. He was only 18 or 19.
That could have easily been me, couldn’t it have?

So I don’t understand the hate. What drives it, or what fuels it.

Christians are NOTHING about the love they are meant to promote to all.

And there is NOTHING liberal about the word ‘liberal’ in the Australian Government.

I’m sick of writing.

I’m sick of being treated like a second-class citizen, of feeling resentful toward my straight friends getting married and then divorced a few years down the track (including my brother).

My little brother is getting married later in the year. I will be a groomsman there (hence the suit). I just know what my mind is going to be like, standing there. Knowing I’ll be the only gay guy in the entire wedding party and even the event itself, thinking about how unfair this all is.

I can’t help it. I’m only human. Of course I’ll be happy for my brother on the day of sanctifying his marriage.
The fact he told me that he only got with her (and now has a kid with her) because she was his lift to work and back won’t cross my mind at all on the day.

I’m sure it won’t…

Last updated March 23, 2015