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A Butterfly's Dream
Prologue
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As I sit here at my desk, staring at my computer screen and the words that I type out, I find myself confused about something. I know I keep hearing the same thing over and over again, but I'm still confused.
Is being gay really that bad?
I mean, it can't really that bad if so many people are, right? Are they really evil? Are they as a-moral as so many people have told me? Do they really hurt others, forcing them into some thing unnatural?
Are they really going to hell because God has turned his back on them?
Am I just as bad as them? Am I so different from a month ago just because I happen to find another boy attractive?
The boy pauses in his typing, his hands hovering over the keyboard as he tries to gather his scattered thoughts together again. Sitting back, he reads his words before sitting straight again and continuing his typing.
I asked my families pastor about what the bible says about homosexuality. He went off on a tanget about how all homosexuals were condemed to hell, that they had lost Gods love the moments they went against the natural order that God had put in place.
I was shocked at the words that spewed out of his mouth. No wonder so many of the people who go to our church call the man a prejudice bastard, but sill one of the best pastors out there.
I find myself hard pressed to completely agree with them about him being the best pastor out there. I do agree with them about him being a prejudice bastard and I've since stopped listening to his sermons.
I've been told by others that to be a good pastor, the person needs to be tolderant of all, kind to everyone and willing to help anyone. Our pastor has the kind part down, unless you get him going on homosexuals. Then the tollerant and willing to help kinda flies out the window faster than my grandmothers fruitcakes.
It seems to me, that his so called tolerance can't get past those with colored skin and I have a feeling that even then, it's stretched thin. In a way, it makes me laugh, but it also makes me cringe.
I wonder if he knows just how many homosexuals attend his church. Sure, most are still in the closet and dragged by friends or family. I wonder how he would react if he ever found out about them, and again, I cringe.
I have a feeling if it ever happened, it wouldn't be good.
"David! Dinners ready!" a woman's voice calls out, breaking the dark haired boy's concentration. Lifting his hands up, he turns to the door once before turning back to his computer. Moving his mouse, he clicks the 'post to JLB' button near the bottom of the screen before sliding his chair back. Getting up, he heads out the door, shutting the light off with a flick of the switch.
"David Jean Louis Benbitz, get down here before your food gets cold," is heard through the two story house.
"I'm coming," he calls back, closing the door behind him before walking down the stairs, while back in his room, lit by only the computer screen, the mouse moves, opening up a new tab on his browser window. a few key strokes and clicks of the mouse later and a page quickly loads.
It was a newspaper page and showed a picture of a young girl about the age of 17. The headline said it all to the empty room.
"Girl Dies from Attack. Case Still Open"
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Welcome, one and all to my very first chapter story.
My thanks must go to the wonderful Jason and Gary, both of who this story would not be possible. I thank them both for their hard work on this. I hope that you feel safe to read and comment.
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