"It's hard to point to one moment when you begin to come out to yourself," Jamiel begins his essay in the May issue of Out magazine, which appears on newsstands this week, "but if I had to, I'd go back to a night seven years ago when I was 17 . . . in my old bedroom at my parents' house . . . where my friend 'Johnny' and I had just finished fooling around."
This was the moment, Jamiel wrote, when he realized he was gay.
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A few years back, Randall Terry divorced his wife, Cindy -- who once said her husband was touched by the divine -- and married a much younger woman. (Terry's ex barely speaks to him anymore.) Their four children say they still love their father but the relationship has frayed. Terry recently barred one of his adopted teenage daughters from his house after she got pregnant out of wedlock for the second time. Another adopted daughter also became pregnant as a teenager and later converted to Islam, a religion Terry has described as composed of "murderers" and "terrorists." (The couple's lone biological child, a daughter, is in college.)
Wow...amazing.
How sad. It’s like his life became focused on his mission rather than his family, and it ruined them.
I was in Operation Rescue for a couple of years, traveled up and down the west coast picketing abortion clinics.
I was never arrested, thank God...the leaders would always work something out after the fiirst few hundred people were arrested, and I always found myself one of the one’s who was left untouched.
I thought the whole movement was noble, and could have stopped abortion, but the congress passed the freedom of access to clinics law that said if a person blocked an abortion clinic the courts could take their houses.
I actually knew a couple from Long Island whose house was stolen by the government because they blocked an abortion clinic...wwaht evil.
After that the movement stopped.
Ed