I wrote a book, partly, because I wanted to tell the story of me being told to, “Shut up you crippled, nigger faggot!” The other reason I wrote it was because I claim God commanded me to tell the story of how he proved His love for me, for other homosexuals to read.
I have lived such a challenging, exciting and educational life as a Black crippled homosexual. I would not change any of my life’s experiences for the world. So it seems silly or funny to me to suggest I choose something else. In other words, if living life as a Black crippled homosexual inspires others — as I’ve been told — why would I want to choose another person’s life?
My only worry: If I had not lived my particular life, I too might believe something was wrong with being homosexual.
Today, I have two jokes for Trump’s domestic policy advisor:
- I would be a hypocrite telling someone not to try and turn a homosexual into a heterosexual.
- I will come out of the closet when I’m finished having sex in the closet.
But seriously, I challenge anyone who believes homosexuality is a choice, to read ANY book about a person such as myself who has no hate for any human in him/her. Why? Because you too might learn how not to hate.
God told me not to live by man’s interpretation of God’s love, but by the demonstration of God’s love.
My book is in the San Francisco Public Library and I purposely did not give the title here.