Parting of Ways

Mood: torn

Yesterday night i attended an art open mic. A fellow member and friend in my a Capella group invited me and i went not knowing what to expect. He told me he was a writer and so i embraced myself expecting to hear pissed off poets unleash all the angst they have to offer. Well the first thing i noticed when i got there was that the gig was hosted by the queer community. In a way i almost expected that. I've learned over by college experience that the queers have so much to offer when it comes to art. I heard music, poetry and other forms of writing that night before i had to leave. My friend himself delivered a beautiful piece that was dedicated to a deceased friend and i sat there physically feeling his pain. Another friend whom i unexpectedly met, sang a cute song in her absolutely glorious and coveted voice. It was overall such an inspirational night. I had never seen so much hope in one room. And let me say again, they have so much to offer!

And yet here i am torn between what my church and i believe and what i have experienced firsthand. I have always avoided voicing my opinions about the LGBT because i don't know my opinions myself. It's always been a struggle for me when it comes to that gray area of what i believe is wrong and what i know is wrong.

i don't know anymore....and i have a feeling it will be long before i know anything for sure.