Damn it world! Stop being arseholes so I can have a break

I'm trying to wind down from the various drama llamas happening at the moment and catch up on some rest without the outrage meters screaming

And then I see this. The Catholic Church blames its sex abuse scandal on homosexuals, not paedophiles.

And suddenly I go from tired to enraged at 3 times to speed of light. The Catholic Church is blaming its child abuse scandal on homosexuals... Really, why am I suprised? The catholic church shows its values and its morality again - and I thank all that is holy that the Catholic Church seems to be on the decline in Europe. While there are so many good and tolerant and accepting and wonderful Catholics - it's eternally clear that the structure, hierarchy and organisation of the church is a toxic, destructive and, at times, down right evil enemy of me and mine.


Oh and asd an added fail - yes Archibishop Tomasi, only 1.5% of Catholic priests were abusers. That was never the point. No-one (or no-one sane) was trying to say that every or most Catholic priests were abusers. The scandal was that the powers that be in the CAtholic Church tried to COVER IT UP! The 1.5%'s existence was horrendous - but, yes, they exist everywhere. The utter disgust came from you SHELTERING them.

If you read only one post about Lambda drama

Read this one

Because I think it is the most eloquent and powerful statement as to why this is so important and so damn necessary

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Well, I gotta newsflash for you: when I handed over a copy of The Beautiful Room Is Empty and told my teenaged customer, "this book won a Lambda award, and it's about a gay character and the author is gay," -- maybe that statement would mean nothing to you, Ms Straight Writer Who Bemoans Being Excluded -- but you better fucking believe it meant everything to that kid.


That teenaged customer didn't fucking exist, not as his true self, can you get that? He was already halfway in hiding, learning to be invisible. He was learning already to keep quiet about who he liked, that the world around him would always show him pictures of smiling het couples, that even in places where there might be slightly more tolerance that he couldn't expect so many things het-folks would take for granted. The stories are so valuable because they exist in the place where these things do the most damage -- the imagination -- and the one place that could, potentially, be the most private and thus the most precious. In this last resort, this place of the mind, this child now had an ally. He had someone who had blazed the path before him, someone telling the story that might be his, or it might not, but it was a voice in his head telling a story that just might have him in the goddamn starring role for the first time in his entire life.

Nothing I've written or read contains the same impact as this post - or cuts to the heart of why this is so important