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A gay man at Chicago’s gay pride hugging a group of Christian men and women who had protests of apologies for the hatred the church and religious groups everywhere had for the LGBT community. 

“I spent the day at Chicago’s Pride Parade. Some friends and I, with The Marin Foundation, wore shirts with ‘I’m Sorry’ written on it. We had signs that said, ‘I’m sorry that Christians judge you,’ ‘I’m sorry the way churches have treated you,’ ‘I used to be a bible-banging homophobe, sorry.’ We wanted to be an alternative Christian voice from the protestors that were there speaking hate into megaphones.”

Nathan, one of the Christian men present blogged about it here.

This is sweet.

oh for the love of god. i cried and cried and cried while i read this article. it’s about damn time.

I find myself tonight looking forward to tomorrow and what it can bring.

I’m feeling more like myself day by day. I feel stronger than I have in a long time. I can feel my spirit again and it feels like I don’t have to hide anymore. Although I still have some problems heart and mind wise that I need to deal with, my mental fog is dissipating and I can “see” things more clearly and understand my reasoning more and more.

But along with it comes the hurt. Hurt for someone I don’t know if I will ever see again because my mental fog made it incapable for me to make a huge decision. I should have taken that someone’s advice and saved him and myself too. This is the one thing that eats me up inside. That I dream about night after night. I find myself staying up later and later to try and hide from these dreams. These dreams are so realistic that I can smell him and I weep in the morning because of my sorrow.

Maybe things will change in my favor. But I doubt it.

But, I’ll just think about tomorrow for now.

My brother emailed me this. I need one.

Realistic dreams suck