Also around that time I met my best friend, who shared my name, Kevin. He and his family had started going to the same church. It took us all of about....15 seconds, to realize we would be friends, and not long after to realize, best friends. We did everything together. Explored the woods, of which there was plenty, read comic books, played video games, etc. I used to stay out past my curfew just to hang out with him. He lived a short bike ride from me. Things remained pretty much the same, all through middle school, but around 10th grade, in Highschool, things seemed to change...I know not how, but I believe that, somehow, I suspected that my friend, the closest and most intimate person in my life, was gay. I never really came to it fully, but thinking back on it, I can't help but think that I at least suspected it. He never said, and I never asked. Don't ask, don't tell, lol. I think it was because of the number of times we had gone over the subject of Christianity and homosexuality. A subject that was quite clear, both to everyone in the community, and in the Bible itself. I answered many of his questions with scripture. I never judged him, but the thing that was most important to me at the time certainly did. He became more reclusive, quit the marching band, quit everything in school, and stayed home, wouldn't go outside much, though at the time, I thought it was because of the greatest video game system ever unleashed, the Playstation.
And now, what to do with it? This bottled up guilt and rage? An anger such that, truly, my hands shake as I type this, my body shivers. All I can say is, for those of you who adhere to these beliefs, and who are, genuinely, good people, I'm sorry, I really am. But how good can you be, when you adhere to something so obaminable, so awful, so segregating and divisive? How good can you be, when you adhere to something that kills in so heinous a way?