If she doesn’t, Blake at least should leap in after Yang. I would do that. I wouldn’t care at that point; I’d risk it all to be with the one I loved. They’ve built them up to be almost engaged at this point; Blake should be willing to risk it all to be with Yang. I’m not willing to take any more BS of them being apart for the sake of “drama” or “story arcs.” They belong together, like Edelgard belongs with Byleth and Samus belongs with Zelda. You rip them apart, you gut me and leave me sad and empty, nothing but rage and confusion, looking for someone to blame, someone to punch. I can’t be someone else, I can’t see through someone else’s eyes, I can’t see other couples in the Blue Lions and Golden Deer in that same life-giving, God-breathing way, giving me strength to face the enemies of the LGBTQ+ community, giving me clarity of Scripture, clarity of mind, rejoicing with love and justice at my hands. And as I enter Holy Week, I feel I am entering my own city of those who want me executed for not being “normal,” for speaking against the “status quo.” I have said my peace online many a time, only for it to fall on deaf ears. I’d speak it in public, but I am surrounded by rigid, aggressive conservatives and bear the scars of many conversations with those like them, online and offline. You can’t have a nice conversation about this topic with them, they will hurt you and keep on doing so until you say they are right, especially since you have no desire to hurt them back, that’s not how God operates, not on shame or barbs or hate speech. Every anti-Pride Parade proselytizer has none of the Holy Spirit in them, no matter how they speak.
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