What LGBTQ hate mail feels like

 While the tide of public opinion has changed in recent years, there remains a strong and vocal group who see that acceptance as a direct and personal threat to their way of life.  It is easy to disregard these groups but  that would be a mistake. Rachel Lauren Clark, a member of the Pride Toronto board, sums it up best when she says, “the worst part of hearing the hate mail read out loud wasn’t the message’s content, but the fact it is so commonplace.”

Videos like this one from Pride Toronto remind us that the discussion in the LGBT community of do we live in a post-Gay society is a bit premature.

Much thanks to JMG for sharing this.

4 responses to “What LGBTQ hate mail feels like

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  2. I really hope times have changed for the better.

    But I’ll have to pull my head out of my ass.

    In 1989 Blane and I bought a house in Winthrop – we had two Yorkies at the time so of course a six bedroom Victorian with a widow’s watch, double palour and wrap-around porch was the match.

    Guess we were both the early version of size queens.

    We were there about just short of three months – he traveled (FA) I too at that time three days a week every other week for business. We usually were good at stack times away some one of us would be there – and we had a couple of dog/house sitters.

    This time the house was alone for three days.

    Not exactly how many grew up – but his and my mom would ring the bell for supper. It was for each of us a huge bell that had an honored space way in the back yard – in fact we had explained the perfect place for it to be as a memorial and in silence except for those special nights like New Year’ Eve, Fourth of July – etc. When we had closed on the papers when we arrived (finally — at home) we both saw the bell – and whilst I do not know how to score wood (meaning how you burning in letters or labels into animals or actually wood.) We smiled and got ready for the movers in the morning.

    The dogs that night needed to do what Yorkies do.

    Early in the morning – again, they needed to do what dogs need to do.

    I called up and said – look, they placed a special engraving for us. B came down stairs (and when he was home he was in charge of poop control.) He looked and yelled at me call the police then come back to the door – I’m staying here.

    What I missed was the bell was taken down. The police determined they used the clapper of the bell to break both the front and driver’s windows of our cars.

    They were also kind enough to leave the clapper at the end of the driveway and spraypainted it at the end of the driveway.

    It would take three days to find the head of the bell – it was on top of a Japanese Maple we had planted – we planted one for each parent, grandparent and sibling who could not be there personally with us.

    We had not named yet or designated trees for people – we had used a landscape architect for this little thing and to help us balance the look of the property – we both had black thumbs. We took the head of the bell being on all of us.

    BUT THE WORST was the note under the bell’s head. It was simple, we hate you coksukers [sic] go away. We do not knead [sic] or whant [sic] you anywhere near here. Fire is our friend.

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  3. Thank you so much for this, BosGuy, and “Joe My God,” too. I clearly do not spend enough time on his blog.

    And yes, I shared this on my blog, as well.

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