Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 17:26:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tyler Adams <tyleradamsbooks@yahoo.com>
Subject: Almost Straight ch 19

Monday, February 2, 2009

Dear journal,

Thoughts about today: Where does time go? The past two weeks have flown by
and I am so far behind on my class work. Ever since Elijah told me to
research other viewpoints from the scriptures on h-sex, I can't seem to
stop. For sure, I'm not convinced they're right, but I can see where some
people might believe that stuff.

I found a website today which listed a church right here in State College
that believes in Christian diversity regarding relationships. Maybe I'll go
there Sunday and see if I can talk to the pastor about it.

Shelly asked me if Elijah and I would go clubbing with her and Alejandro on
Friday. I reminded her again!!! (ARGH!) that we weren't dating -- PERIOD!
She just told me not to make a big deal out of it because she and I went
lots of places together before we started dating. Point made, but it is a
big deal because it would still seem like a date to me.

Honesty time: I think Shelly actually wants Elijah and me to be dating each
other. I think she still feels guilty about what she did, so if she can
manage get us to do it, then she could pat herself on the back and feel
like she did the right thing. If he were a girl, I'd definitely consider
it. Since he's not, she can just keep feeling guilty. We're definitely good
friends, but that's it -- END OF STORY!

What I learned: Just ignore Shelly acting like it's a date and go out and
have a good time with a friend.

PS: I told Shelly "maybe," which she knows is as good as me saying yes.



Saturday, February 7 (entry for the 6th), 2009

Dear journal,

Thoughts about today: I got in at four o'clock this morning. It still hurts
to see Shelly and Alejandro having so much fun together. She let me dance
with her a couple of times, even though she acted like she didn't want
to. It was so rude how she kept looking over my shoulder to watch her
Spanish jockstrap. I would never be that rude to her. I totally cracked up
one time, because I turned to look too and her Mr. Macho Boy was dancing
with Elijah. She told me European guys do that kind of stuff all the
time. RIGHT!!

Honesty time: If Shelly ever shows up with a diamond on her finger, I'm
just going to come straight out and ask her if she made Alejandro kiss
Elijah before she said yes. I mean what's the deal? All I did was look at
the guy and she freaks. Alejandro was dancing with the very same guy -- in
public, no less.

What I learned: I need to check out the Contemporary Eucharist (not sure
exactly what a Eucharist is) at the Episcopal Church tomorrow evening. I
need to talk to someone who understands where I'm coming from before I go
off the deep end.



"Hello young man," a portly middle aged woman with obviously dyed hair and
too much perfume greeted me as I walked through the front doors to the
Episcopal Church on Sunday afternoon. "I'm Alice Wirth. Welcome to
St. Andrews."

I nervously shook her hand.

"I... I'm a Christian. I go to school here. I just came to see what your
church is like."

"Well then, I'm sure you'll enjoy this worship service. It's geared
especially for young people. They've even got drums for the singing," she
crowed as she proceeded to walk me to the sanctuary entrance and tell me to
take any seat I wanted.

I sat near the aisle toward the rear of the sanctuary even though there
weren't many people in attendance. I kind of got a little nervous when a
guy my age looked back like he was checking me out, then stood up and moved
to the same pew I was sitting in.

I tried to ignore him, but I could feel him looking at me. I turned my head
to nod hello. "God, don't let him start hitting on me," I prayed silently.

"Please, God," I begged more earnestly as he slid across the pew, closing
the gap between us.

"Hi, I'm Austin. ...I haven't seen you here before." His nasally sounding
voice and pronounced lisp made my skin crawl.

"Um... Yeah. Is this your church?"

"No, I just come here sometimes."

"Like when you want to pick someone up for the night," I thought to myself.

"I'm not really into formal church services, but they've got a pretty cool
focus group that meets here."

"The website said this is supposed to be a contemporary service," I
informed Austin, not sure of his "formal church services" comment.

"Yeah, that just means they don't play the pipe organ. It'll be over in an
hour. You want to grab some pizza after the service? We could head over to
Romano's. I think I've seen you there already."

"I used to go there a lot."

"Is that your girlfriend you're always sitting with? She's kind of cute."

"Just a good friend."

The service was kind of interesting, but I understood totally Austin's
comment about it being formal.

"We'll have to walk to Romano's, unless you've got a car," he whispered to
me as the last line of the closing song ended. I had kind of hoped he'd
forgotten about hanging out. Oh well, maybe I can ask him about the
Rector. I found out that's what they call their Pastor.

"So, what program do they have here that you're interested in?" I asked as
we exited the building. Austin's face began to turn ruddy.

"You ever hear of Integrity?" he asked.

"Not really," I lied. Actually, I had checked it out thoroughly several
times in the past week, but didn't want him to get the idea that I was a
piece of fresh meat.

"Um... Well it's kind of geared toward a group of people who don't fit into
other churches very well."

"Gay people?"

"Exactly. They..."

"...affirm diversity," I interrupted him with the politically correct
jargon. "That's sort of a different viewpoint than my church back home has
on people who claim to be Christian and live in sin."

"What do you mean by living in sin?" he asked like he had no clue what I
was talking about.

"Like you know ...guys who say they're Christians and then they live
immorally by having a boyfriend."

"Just having a boyfriend isn't immoral or a sin," he shot back at me as if
I were a dentist and had just drilled into a nerve.

"True, but what do they do when no one's around? That's definitely
considered sin in my bible."

"How do you know what anyone does in their private life?"

His words pricked my conscience -- but what else would two gay guys do in
private?

"What about guys in committed relationships who want to get married but
aren't allowed to? I don't believe in the idea that just because you don't
have a piece to paper in your hand that the state recognizes, you can't be
married in God's eyes."

I looked around to see if anyone was watching, as Austin was rather
animatedly preaching to me.

"Whoa" I said taking hold of his arm with my hand. "I'm not arguing with
you. I was just stating what I know."

"Sorry, it's just that I get upset that so many Christians think it's their
moral duty to set other people straight when they don't have all the
facts. ...and I'm not even gay."

I felt my brow lift as I looked at him.

"People think that anyone with a speech impediment is gay just because of
how they talk. That's part of the reason why I feel like I need to defend
others who are gay.

"You have any gay friends?" he asked me, as if it really didn't matter to
him.

"Yeah, but I'm not the one who has to stand before God someday and give an
account for their life."

Austin and I walked in silence for a while before he asked point blank if I
was gay.

"Why would you ask that?" I shot off at him, a bit of an edge in my
voice. "I mean, you saw me with my girlfriend. ...my former girlfriend that
is."

He shrugged and we kept walking. My need to level with someone about my
struggle seemed to increase with each step we took. Maybe he really isn't
gay. I decided to take a chance.

"Actually, Shelly, that's the girl you saw me with ...well she thought I
might be. That's why she wouldn't say yes when I asked her to marry me."

"She thought you were gay?"

"That's what she said."

"You wanted to marry her?"

"Yeah"

"That must've really been hard."

"Big time" I lamented as my thoughts drifted to Shelly and Alejandro
dancing together Friday night. "She's got a new boyfriend. I guess I should
be happy for her, but I'm just really confused about the whole thing."

"Was she right?"

"About?"

"About you being gay... Are you?"

"I can't be," I sighed, my voice trailing off. "Look, Austin... the reason
she said that is because there's this guy. It's like we were old friends
from the first time we met each other, and I think she thought it meant we
had, ...you know... like feelings for each other."

"...and?"

"And what?"

"You think your girlfriend was right? I mean, do you have feelings for each
other?"

"I think he likes me that way, but... I don't know. I guess, sort of. It's
not like I try to."

"You like him though."

"As a friend"

"Is he gay?"

"That's the problem. If he wasn't, I don't think I'd be having the thoughts
about him like I do."

"You're afraid of thinking about him being more than just a friend?"

"Sometimes, but I think things like that are choices God puts in your life,
expecting you to do the right thing no matter how you feel."

"That's too bad."

"What is?"

"That you feel like that."

"I wish it was different, but I guess it's just that that's how I see the
bible."

"You need to go to Integrity."

"Why, so they can brainwash me into thinking sin's okay?"

"Not at all. Sometimes a person bases their beliefs on the first thing they
hear about a subject. What Integrity does is help guys like you to see that
there're two sides to every coin."

"That doesn't make both sides right. In the end, if you call heads and it
comes down tails, you still lose."

"In the end," Austin asserted, "a nickel's still a nickel no matter how it
falls."

"Austin, it's not that easy. What would you do if you thought you loved
someone so much you were willing to lay aside all your other feelings in
order to marry her and then she told you no?"

"Sometimes other people can see things in us that we don't want to admit to
ourselves. I think after I got over the disappointment, I'd thank her for
loving me more than I loved myself. Then I'd ask my friend if he wanted to
go out for a latte to discuss what you're feeling."

"I just can't seem to accept that I would somehow be like that. I gave my
life to God and have tried to let him lead me in his ways. Why doesn't he
change that part of me?"

"Maybe he has other plans for your life. ...like maybe you don't know God
as well as you think you do. You should talk to Father Wallace. He's an
intern at St. Andrews. He leads the Integrity group that meets at the
church. Phil, that's exactly what the group is for -- to help guys
understand what God sees as sin, and what he doesn't see as sin.





Sunday, February 8, 2009

Dear journal,

Thoughts about today: I shouldn't have gone to that church service
today. It would be so much easier if someone would tell me I'm right about
believing that it's a sin to be gay. Why did I even go there if that's what
I really wanted to hear?

I am soooooooo ready for break. This is definitely my hardest semester so
far. I sure hope Elijah's being honest with me about his intentions on what
we're gonna be doing in Daytona Beach. I feel like I can trust him. Even if
we can't ever be more than friends, he's definitely the kind of friend I
want to have.

Honesty time: Deep down inside, I think I really want someone to prove to
me I'm wrong -- that somehow I've misunderstood where God stands on the
same sex relationship issue.

What I learned: If I were a betting man, I'd bet Austin just hasn't let
himself out of the closet yet, and that's why he thinks it's okay to be
gay. Maybe I'll work up enough nerve to talk with Pastor Wallace about it
sometime.