#lgbtqjustice

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Esta foto toma más relevancia para mí desde hace unos días. Por cómo está constituida la sociedad, el núcleo familiar de sangre es una parte importante del sujeto, por buscar en ella amor, apoyo, ayuda y validación. Es un principio falso, porque la familia la encontramos en amigos y amigas, pero a veces es un problema y duele cuando la familia de sangre te rechaza. Para el colectivo lgbtq+ ha sido historia y norma (desgraciadamente) buscar una familia fuera del núcleo familiar de sangre, casi siempre siendo todes del mismo grupo oprimido por la sociedad. El rechazo en cualquier grado por parte de padres, madres, hermanes, hijes... etc. es alarmante en las personas lgbtq+, y se debe a la normalización de la lgbtqfobia. Un país privilegiado en cierta medida en derechos lgbtq+ no quiere decir que haya erradicado y condene a nivel social la lgbtqfobia más intrínseca. Casos que he conocido personalmente de abandono del hogar por cuestiones religiosas, lanzar maldiciones explicando que las personas como él/ella están destinadas a no encontrar amor y pareja, que no pueda hablar abiertamente de su persona o presentar a su pareja porque en casa su sexualidad es un tema tabú por miedo al rechazo o porque "haría daño", que una vez que viva su vida abiertamente el trato familiar cambie a peor, que intenten cambiar su sexualidad en contra de su voluntad, o que descubras que la respuesta de tu padre ha sido que entonces no cree que vaya a tener nietos, o que vote a un partido de extrema derecha en contra de los derechos y las personas que son como sus hijes. Por no hablar de casos más extremos, que no he conocido personalmente pero desgraciadamente son noticia, donde cabe desde los maltratos que hemos mencionado hasta el homicidio. Las personas lgbtq+ aún vemos la aceptación familiar como un privilegio. Que alguien esté orgulloso de ti y te defienda al 100% es un regalo. Por eso, a partir de ya, hay que luchar 24/7. #pride #lgbt #lgbtq+ #lgbtrights #lgbtqrights #lgbtqjustice #lgbtqfight #lgbtqvisibility #lgbtqacceptance "I'M PROUD OF MY GAY SON", Dick Ashworth, Christopher Street Liberation Day, June 30, 1974. Photo c/o @fredwmcdarrah https://www.instagram.com/p/BzSl23aBbr3/?igshid=1l5f0pmavr4x2

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LGBTQ Story (7)

“One of the most hurtful experience was when I came out to the campus ministry leader.  By senior year i had known her for over 10 years.  She was my 3rd grade teacher, my rainbows group leader (a catholic program for kids whose parents are divorced or passed away) and in 7th grade she was a confidant for me when I was going through a rough time at home.  I had started the school year volunteering every 7th period in her office.    It was basic stuff,  file this,fold these letters,  etc.  She would be there almost daily and we had a great working relationship.   The day i came out to her, she looked me in the eye and said "my brother is gay too and you both will burn in hell."  I had no idea what to say i just stared at her as she got up and left.   The rest of the year i would still show up for 7th period,  but she never did.

I think what was most surprising is that none of the students treated me any differently.   It was the adults who made comments of "gay is a choice and your making the wrong Choice "  "God doesn't accept homosexuality "  they would selectively quote scripture (leviticus of course! ).  I never stoop up to them, i just kept quiet and counted down the days til i could leave that place.”

-how this made them feel-

“Sad, sad that these adults,  most of whom have known me and my family for years. As the catholic school system is quite small, you know the same people, families,  etc for a long time.  So these adults knew me, knew how good of a person I am, and chose to ignore all the good and focus on what they perceived as the bad.  The year before this, i was awarded K3 county volunteer of the year, i had won another service award that only 2 people in the state recieves each year.  My senior year i was student council president and president of a volunteer club,  i was active in school life.   They couldn't stop praising me junior year, senior year i get the snub. I didnt change as a person,  i grew and finally accepted who i was, but that led them to disregard me“

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THE MARKET WON’T SAVE US! QUEER LIBERATION IS UP TO US 

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LGBTQ Story (3)

“I’ve never told my grandparents and the majority of my extended family that I’m bi/pan because I imagine how awfully they’ll react.

(Like just the ways that they’ve talked to me about other people who are lgbtq.)

It makes me feel real shitty that I know for a fact a large majority of my extended family wouldn’t love the real me the way they do as the person I am around them.”

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LGBTQ Story (2)

“When my parents found out I was gay, they didn’t know how to respond, and unfortunately that resulted in them sending me to my grandparents’ house for a weekend. While I was there, I was full of fear and dread, thinking that everything was over for me. When I came back home, we never talked about it, apart from my dad telling me to “not do that again, because that really upset your mom” and that we would just “treat this as a fluke.” What exactly he meant by “that” I will never know. 

 The climate against queer people in the church caused me to suppress my sexuality in very toxic ways. When I was 15, I dated a girl for a year, hoping that 1) my parents would think I was straight, and 2) because I had hoped that I could change my sexual orientation. After three months, I realised that the latter was not coming true, and so I actively sabotaged the relationship to get her to break up with me (and it was very important that she ended things, because I did not want my parents to suspect that I broke up with her because of my sexual orientation). It caused a lot of hurt to her, and I was also left very emotionally exhausted by it. It was the worst year of my life, undoubtedly.”

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LGBTQ Story (1)

“I identify as lesbian and I'm married to a woman. I grew up with a Nazarene pastor for a father and heavily involved in church. I am not all of the way out because even just when rumors began circling, my job was thrown in jeopardy (at a Nazarene college). My Naz pastor was not affirming, so I would not be able to continue serving in ministry, due to my visible sin. I have struggled sense with a lot of anxiety and some periods of depression. My family relations are severely damaged. I do not currently attend a church, as I really believe in the Nazarene faith but do not feel wanted or welcome. It is a painful thing, at the moment”