Lesbian Protests

After she had told me her story... I was so angry. I couldn't understand how something as simple as a little poke in a circle full of friends, with even an adult that she was with looking on, in full daylight could amount to all this. It is part of the amazing Alice in Wonderland feeling I got several times when things just seemed so crazy it was almost surreal and these people who were otherwise successful with well, at least careers and owning houses and all that, could show such an utter lack of proportion.

Well, we took her back to family camp. I couldn't just leave that unanswered. Her family, at least was behind her, even if the rest of the church had no problem gossiping over a young girl over the most senseless thing and then allow her to be humiliated like that. 

The family did kind of apologize to my husband, they never apologized to my daughter. (Except the adult son. Again, to be fair.) 

Another Alice in Wonderland time was when this same daughter was a little younger. I think around 17. She and some of her friends liked to walk around  the area the church was in, hold hands and talk about things like Jane Austen heroes and Princess Bride. It was a lovely time and my daughter looked forward to it every week. At this time the girls would wear those (what we called) Costco dresses which were these long, flowy t-shirt dresses. They all had super long hair and I thought they were a pretty picture as they rounded the block laughing and enjoying each other's company. 

Well, of course that couldn't last. All that happiness going on. A pastor came in for a session from somewhere else and said they looked like a lesbian protest. So the girls were told to take their visiting to the basement. 

That's the way I feel our whole venue through this church went. Everything that was sweet and innocent got sullied, little by little. 

I told my husband that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard and no way was I going to tell her she had to do her visiting in the stuffy basement because of the observation of a dirty old man. It was wonderful for the girls to get out and walk in the fresh air and visit (we lived a good distance apart. This was usually their only chance.) I asked if this man had ever SEEN a "lesbian protest"? Where was he from? The backwoods somewhere, just got out for his first taste of "city life"? 

I was, apparently, the only parent that objected. My husband said something about me being stubborn and that we shouldn't always be fighting for our rights. And ALL APPEARANCES OF EVIL.

And the girls ended up in the basement.