I would like to make my position clear - definitively, emphatically, and for the record. There seems to be some confusion regarding my position, and some very nasty assumptions being made regarding what I believe and the very nature of who I am.

I am a conservative in ideology. I am a Christian by theology. I am not perfect by any stretch, and I make mistakes. But there are some things that I do believe to be true in my heart.

I do not condone homosexuality. I do not hate people who are homosexual. I do not believe all people who are homosexual should be shot. I do not believe it is right to be mean and horrible towards people who are homosexual. But, in my heart of hearts, I cannot say I believe homosexuality is right.

This is my stance.

Assumptions have been made about how I feel. I will come straight out and say this - if you define your entire being, your entire self by merely a piece of who you are, by a slice of what makes you up, then you are headed for some rough times. You will take everything everyone says about that one slice so personally that it will drive you crazy. You will hate people who say things about that one piece of you, taking it to mean they meant what they said to be about the entirety of you.

For example, I have many friends and relatives who are Democrats. Yet, (weird, huh?) they are still my friends and relatives! They do not define their entire beings by the fact that they are a Democrat. Do I believe in what they do? Hell, no! Would I fight against their belief system if it would make a difference? Sure! But does that mean I hate them? Of course not. They know I’m a Republican. I know they are Democrats. And we agree to disagree, and move on.

But when someone choses to make assumptions as to the type of human being I am, IN WHOLE, because one of my convictions is that I do not believe in homosexuality, I’m afraid that perhaps the problem may not lie with me. And when that person can’t be bothered to find out the whole truth, learn about the whole me, then I can only bang my head against a brick wall for so long. Then I’m done. I can only wait for that person to grow up, to find a way to find some middle ground, to approach me. Because I’ve bloodied my head long enough. But the door is always open.

That’s just me.

Frustrated as they come,
michelle