My Queer and Holy Island

My Queer and Holy Island by David Tibbs 

 

To be Gay and Christian is to be on an island.

Who can I turn to?

Who can understand the storm that twists and turns inside of me?

Believe me: I’ve been telling myself how much of an abomination I am…

I don’t need my pastor to tell me I’m going to jail.

I don’t need my queer friends  to remind me that “My God hates fags.”

What happened to love?

Jesus told me to love everyone the way that He loves me…

But apparently, he doesn’t, so what does that mean?

I love my God, but what does it mean if He doesn’t love me?

All of me.

The LGBT community is all about inclusion…

But not if you believe in that Flying Man in the Sky.

I love my LGBT community, but what does it mean if they don’t love me?

All of me.

I can’t tell my Bible Study friends about the guy who stood me up last night.

I can’t tell my gurlz ™ about how praying to God helped me get through my test this morning.

I don’t have a space where I can be open.

I don’t have a space or a group of people that can understand all parts of me.

So here I am…

Sitting on my island

Waiting for the solitude

To overtake me.