Religion Does God Love Michael’s Two Daddies?
posted by November 2 at 14:29 PMon
It’s gotta be a trick question—everybody knows that God hates fags, right?
My God. What’s not to love about this book?
First, there’s the author’s name. If Sheila K. Butt isn’t a highly placed operative of the International Homosexual Conspiracy I’ll eat my tit clamps. Second, there’s the fact that the Christian right felt it necessary to bring out a book like Does God Loves Michael’s Two Daddies? at all. Clearly children with opposite-sex fundamentalist parents are encountering children with same-sex gay or lesbian parents—oh, the humanity!—coming home and asking questions. Good.
Third, this book shows that the fundies are, believe it or not, evolving. The religious right used to argue that children—all of them, including I suppose my own—should be shielded from any information about homosexuality; even acknowledging our existence was an attack on their “family values.” If their children found out that some people are gay, well, they might decide to be gay themselves. Or something. Well, so much for that. When it comes to homosexuality, I guess, fundies no longer regard ignorance as the best line of defense. Ah, progress.
Fourthly and finally—and shhhhh, don’t tell the fundies I said so!—presenting children with warped misinformation and anti-gay propaganda often backfires. The very first thing I ever read about homosexuality was in David Reuben’s terrible and terribly stupid book Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Sex* But Were Afraid to Ask!. It was horrifying stuff—and it was all I had to go on at 13. And you know what? Reading Reuben’s book I thought to myself, “This can’t be right.”
What I took away from Reuben’s book—and the entirety of the Bible, which I’d read the summer before—wasn’t despair over my sad fate and all the sex I’d be having in public toilets and all the eternity I would spend roasting on a spit in hell. The book left me feeling hopeful. There were other people like me out there somewhere. They had sex lives, they had boyfriends, and some people—David Reuben, the authors of the Bible, people like my parents at the time—just didn’t understand. But I wasn’t alone and one day, God willing, one day I’d be happy and healthy and out.
Just like Michael’s two daddies.
Full disclosure: I haven’t actually read this book yet, but I’ve ordered it. There are two reviews up on Amazon—one sarcastically pro, one scathingly con. Read ‘em here. And I can’t believe this book has been out since March and I’ve only just heard of it!