Homosexuality and the Bible

In the fall of 2017, I went to a talk at school called Homosexuality and The Christian. It was a small informal thing in the student union, held by a resident director. She talked from personal experience, saying that she had close friends and family members who were gay. She went on about how to deal with “same-sex attraction” as a Christian, reiterating the views of a Christianity-homosexuality scholar named Matt Yarhouse. I believe that he ultimately advocates for celibacy if one is same-sex attracted and it disobeys one’s religion, and he suggests that one can find companionship with friends and in the church, and of course, in Jesus Christ himself. Continue reading “Homosexuality and the Bible”

Coming Out to My Mother

I didn’t plan to come out on January 3rd, 2018. It was supposed to happen a year from now. I’d be married and living in my own house with my husband; the wedding would be out of the way after I patiently waited until arriving at adulthood unscathed. There would be a gradual and logical buildup: first I tell my younger sister, then my older sisters and their husbands, and finally my mother. I would take my husband to my mother’s house, we would tell her together, and we would leave her to process the news without us there. Continue reading “Coming Out to My Mother”

Why I Have No Morals

A while ago, I wrote a post that was one of the most honest and raw life stories that I’ve written so far. It chronicled what happened when my mom found out that I’m not as sexually pure as she thought (or wanted), although to any normal people it’s next to nothing. She gave me a speech on why what I did was so abhorrent and how could I possibly consider myself a Christian if I sinned against God like this and am I not concerned about my eternal life, and so on and so forth.

Well, good for me, because actually I’m an atheist and I can do whatever I want. Isn’t that how this whole thing works?

Kind of. But not really. Continue reading “Why I Have No Morals”