My mother has a bad habit of driving me crazy sometimes. She has always been terribly embarrassed that I am gay, and she certainly doesn’t like it because she thinks that I will go to hell because of it. One day last week, she asked me if a friend of mine knew I was gay. I told her that she did. My mother was very upset because she believes that if one person knows, then it will get out. She doesn’t understand what it means to keep a secret. She’s never been very good at it herself, but that is a different point. The discussion, however, led to an interesting point. I told her that if she understood what the Bible actually says about homosexuality, then she would understand what I believe better. You know that I believe that what the Bible says does not pertain to modern understandings of homosexuality, and therefore, I don’t think it should be applied. I asked her if she would read a book about the subject, if I gave it to her. I am in the middle of reading God vs. Gay?: The Religious Case for Equality, and I want her to read it when I am finished reading it myself. She has a tremendous interest in understanding and studying the Bible: how the Bible was written? who wrote it? when and how were the books of the Bible chosen? what is the history of the Bible? etc. God vs. Gay?: The Religious Case for Equality, from what I have read of it so far, lays out a well researched and logical argument that there is not a conflict between God and gays. I do hope that she will read it, and that it will help her to see that I am not doomed to Hell for my homosexuality. I am a good person, the person who she reared me to be, and I want her to understand that. I think all of our mothers make us mad at one time or another, but I want a better relationship with my mother. Since I came out to her several years ago, our relationship has always been a bit strained, and I don’t like that.
By the way, even though my blog is called The Closet Professor, I do not actually consider myself in the closet. I do not change the way I act around people, and those who I feel have the right to know, do know, and those who I feel have no right to know, do not know. Most of those at the school I teach do not know that I am gay, simply because they would not allow me to teach there if certain people knew. I can do more work teaching tolerance without publicly proclaiming my sexuality then not having a job and not having the chance to do so. I work each day to teach these kids tolerance. In the rural South, teaching tolerance is not always an easy job, and it takes time, but with persistence, it will be done.