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Female, Age undisclosed - Every day on the way home from work I drive past a house that has one of those little plastic signs in the front yard you always see during election years. This one is urging people to vote to protect "traditional marriage."
I try to be a tolerant person. To a fault usually. I try to tolerate the intolerant. I'm well aware that for many people this issue is one rooted in faith, and I'm all for others practicing their religions. I consider myself Christian, though to others I use that label pretty loosely.
That being said, this sign makes me angry every day. It makes me want to commit acts of petty vandalism. I daydream about all sorts of awful things to do to this house. I know it wouldn't further my side of this issue, and it would do nothing to sway these people to tolerance. It would likely do the opposite.
My secret? I'm a hypocrite. And maybe a little bit of a coward.
I'm a Christian, too, and I won't go back to my church because it wants to exclude people I love. If you don't want my friends/family, then you don't want me either. I was contemplating not being godfather for my namesake nephew because of this issue. I'm going for him and his parents with the hope that by the time he is grown the debate on this issue will look like Birmingham Alabama in 1963.