It's been some decades now, but I was cut off from my Christian communities and even from some of my family for being gay. I lost friends and people who told me over and over again while I was an adolescent that they loved me. When they learned I was gay, many of them cut me off cold. Their love turned to undebatable, undiscussable rejection of me as a human being.

One of the reasons I think Christians tend to be some of the worst people in the world is because of what they did to you and what they did to me.

I know many Christians are good people, but when I hear somebody is a Christian my instinctive reflex is to think they are horrible. I keep my defenses very, very high. If a Christian tells me they are LGBTQ affirming, I don't trust them. I wait for them to prove it to me.

Often, my suspicions are well founded, and doubting their sincerity turns out to be very wise.