We are the choir.
But, I remember, as a one-time adolescent homophobe, how hollow these pronouncements sounded.
I remember an episode of Donahue, when audience members castigated the red-faced, blustery gay guests about their choice to be gay. One particular guest, who I despised for his nasally lisp, shrieked back at the audience, "Why would anyone choose depression, suicide, torment?" Yes, I said shrieked.
My answer: Yes, why indeed! Are you just stupid? Stop being gay!
Ah, life's sweet ironies.
Our attempts to educate our society are viewed by many as subversive conversion propaganda; our "gay agenda" is to corrupt humanity to accept our perverse ways as "normal."
The congregation is comprised of people who've been lied to as well as people who have no frame of reference to understand who we are, and why we exist. We'll forever need vigilance to correct the language and thinking of the people around us (think "preference" vs "orientation"), to evoke empathy, promote pride, to be community leaders or mundane neighbors (with awesome rec rooms and smashing color schemes).
We must learn to control our image better. That doesn't mean stop being ourselves; it means stop letting the media define us by what we wear, carry, or walk on. We have to become owners of our destiny, and tread places where angels won't.
Help me out here.