Just got home from a bible study where we talked about one of the most fragile subjects in Christendom: homosexuality. And I didn't get impaled or burned-at-the-stake!
Really, though, this bible study has restored my faith in Christianity. After weeks of seeing the hatred around the world, it was nice to be able to know that people are accepting and cool about that sort of thing.
Jon, our youth leader, brought up the topic as the subject for tonight and said some really insightful things about it, so I swallowed my fear and doubt and told everyone about how I like guys and girls, and it's not a big deal, but that I've had struggles myself with that, and even though there were only about six other people there, I still felt like it was a big step for me. Then after, some of the guys came up and told me that it was a "ballsy thing to do" and that they were proud of me. I feel quite happy with myself.
However, this one completely insufferable and asinine human being girl that I've known for a while did start to (completely non-emotionally) pat me on the shoulder because I was getting choked up. Some context: she has said terrible things about gay people and things that were just plain rude and hateful. So that was not as fun, but as my mother says:
"That's her view of things. You just go on with yours." Or something like that. Something insightful and motherly.
But yeah, it was a good evening.