I am a bigot

I am a bigot.

Here’s why: a bigot is defined as someone who is strongly partial to one’s own group, religion, race or politics and is intolerant of those who differ. Yeah, that’s me.

I cannot tolerate sizeists, racists, sexists, abortion clinic bombers, homophobics and social conservatives. In fact, I am so sick of their crap, I cannot even condescend to speak to them about the issues upon which we disagree. These are not conversations I am patient enough to have anymore. As far as I’m concerned, the human race has moved on, and if you haven’t caught up, you are just less evolved than I am—I say “evolved,” because even though I am a Christian, I haven’t written off the theory of evolution.

It’s embarrassing, because for the most part, the sizeist, racist, sexist abortion clinic bombers (who  always somehow get caught buggering someone of the same sex in a roadside bathroom) are always self-professed Christians. They make it really hard for me to follow the actual teachings of Christ and be taken seriously. Concepts like universal grace and unconditional love get kinda lost when you are banning people from your establishment because they wear a dress and have a penis at the same time. The bible says that God sees the heart of man and not his outer appearance, but I suppose we should trifle about which side of the department store you shop on, even though, you know, Jesus pranced around the desert in what was pretty nearly a dress.

Of course, this issue is not a trifle to the manager of the Trails End Farmer’s Market in London, Ontario. It’s an issue of morality. Even though gay marriage is legal in Canada, according to him, “it’s not legal in my establishment”—he said that to me on the phone. He doesn’t seem to understand that banning transgendered employees of vendors from his market violates the fifteenth section of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. Apparently, his insane religious beliefs make him smarter than the rest of us.

I have loads of friends that still think that being homosexual is a sin. We just don’t talk about it. As I mentioned earlier, these are not conversations I’m willing to have anymore. People will believe what they chose to believe, and if they ever come to the spiritual awakening that I did and embrace God’s unrestricted affection for all of humanity, there are plenty of resources for them to read, listen to and embrace that can help them gain a deeper understanding of God’s complete and utter love for homosexuals and yes, even a guy in a dress. Until that time, any conversation we have is just going to be a waste of time.

Honestly, it’s a relief that my friends don’t tell me about their terrible, horrible secret opinions. I’m very glad they stay closeted about it. Because I am a bigot. I can’t handle it. It’s just not natural. I mean, I’m not sure I can even pray with them anymore, because their homophobia might rub off on me. Is it even safe to share a toilet with them?

I’m a bigot. And I’m not ashamed.