Recently, I posted some wedding photos on 𝕏, and the backlash was immediate.
Whenever I share anything about my wife or family, two groups unleash their hate: the woke left and the woke right.
The woke left despises me for not being a leftist. The woke right can’t stand that I’m a lesbian. Ironically, neither group is new to me—many are even family. I grew up surrounded by evangelical Democrats and the religious right, both dogmatic in their convictions.
As a young person, I got swept up in both sides. For a time, I was even homophobic, until I realized it was self-hatred I was projecting onto others. As I matured, I came to see that what matters most is a relationship with God. When you know God, you know He doesn’t hate you—or anyone. If you believe otherwise, I wonder which God you’re following, because it’s not one I recognize.
Biblical literalists love to label everything a sin. They brand things “abominations” and demand repentance. It’s off-putting. Outside their echo chamber, no one takes them seriously—they just prop up their own beliefs. Sound familiar? The woke left operates the same way, shunning anyone who doesn’t conform to their worldview.
There’s no difference between them.
Of course, both sides would disagree, convinced their hatred is justified. But their entire stance crumbles under scrutiny. Who’d want to spend eternity with a God who rejects them over something as innate, natural, and arbitrary as homosexuality? God isn’t ignorant—He knows a percentage of people will always be gay. Some of His followers, though? Not so bright.
I believe in a God of love. That’s the only God I’d eternity with. If He demanded I repent for marrying my wife, I’d walk away. Thankfully, I don’t believe that’s who He is.
In the end, I’m learning to tune out the noise from both the woke left and the woke right. Their judgment doesn’t define my faith or my marriage—it’s between me, my wife, and a God who loves us as we are. I’ll keep posting my joy on 𝕏, living my truth unapologetically. If that upsets the dogma-driven on either side, that’s their burden to carry, not mine. Life’s too short for their hate, and eternity’s too long for a God who doesn’t get it.