Now today, as a secure and confident gay woman, I abhor the murder of anyone for any reason just as I abhor the bullying, beatings, abuse and murder suffered by many in the LGBTQ community for simply existing, like me.

Kinda funny isn’t it as I bet you never had to give it a second thought. How lovely that must have been. What anguish you must have never felt. What guilt. What dispair. What shame. What fear. What confusion w/NO ONE safe enough to talk about it with as a young, sweet (really sweet) little kid.

What crisis of faith that influenced your entire upbringing did you question for feelings you never wanted nor fully understood as a young, loving little kid growing up trying to live and embrace your religious teachings? I wonder if you ever tried to be straight as I did.

For those that think this is a choice, I ask when did you “decide” to be straight? How hard did you fight to be straight?

That hating myself disrespected my God and that I would no longer allow other mortals to make me question me or God’s creation. I reclaimed my faith, my true self and my place at God’s table. I finally accepted what He created: me. I began the long process of learning to love me, for the first time.

I remember telling myself that NO mere mortal, no man, no preacher, no other righteous human could separate me from my faith, from my God, who made me in his image just as he made every one else.

I openly hated gay people, something I remain ashamed of this many decades later. I even considered suicide as an acceptable solution to my struggle. I turned away from my faith, believing I was not worthy of God’s love. Somehow, one day I remembered getting mad.

In high school and college, I dated boys and dreamed of being a mom, as wonderful as the one I was graced with. But nothing connected for me as it did with me as my feelings did with women. I fought this. I rebelled againtst these feelings. I was what one might discribe as a homophobe:

When I was 13 years old, I hid in a locked bathroom to secretly read a Reader’s Digest article on homosexuality, desperately trying to understand who I was and these feelings I had that my church and faith told me was an abolition to the very God I revered, served, worshipped and loved.

I eagarly enjoyed weeks long summer stays at Christian camps. I thrived in youth groups and activities.

What flavor is your Kool-Aid?

And yet, where is the proof Biden ever did such a thing? Crickets. That’s what I thought.

Buckle up. It’s about to get “a little uncomfortable.”