My Name Is Christopher and I’m Ex-Gay
Just kidding. That’s what my mom would LOVE to hear. When I came out a couple years ago she started sending me books and magazines and kits of Christian propoganda about how to become ex-gay. Once I went home to visit her in California and she loaned me her car and had sneakily put a tape designed to reprogram my mind in the cassette deck. I love her, and I tried to be nice about it, and then I had to not be nice about it, and we didn’t talk for a year.
I was reminded of all this reading Dan Savage’s op-ed piece in the New York Times this morning. Representative sentence: “If anyone reading this believes that gay men can actually become ex-gay men, I have just one question for you: Would you want your daughter to marry one?”