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National News See other National News Articles Title: How I became a 'homophobe' How I became a 'homophobe' Exclusive: Scott Lively explains his life journey going from leftist druggie to hated activist By Scott Lively Published June 29, 2023 at 7:02pm Note: This column is part of Scott Lively's series "30 Days of Pride- Month Push-Back." At the outset, let me apologize for the use of the slur "homophobe," which I contend is the rhetorical equivalent of "fag," and "bull dyke," and should as a matter of basic civility be excluded from public discourse. I use all three slurs today for illustration only. As a second preliminary, let me admit that it is probably true in some few cases that people who strongly oppose the LGBT agenda do secretly struggle with same-sex attraction. I don't see anything wrong with that motive, and if it helps them resist those destructive urges, more power to them. That is not the case with me, although I'm often accused of it, my favorite example being one lady who insisted she could tell I was a homosexual because I have "kind-hearted eyes," bless her heart. I've always replied that I really don't care if my enemies think I am secretly "gay" – while also challenging them to be intellectually honest and admit that if I were "gay," that presumption should strengthen my case, not weaken it, in the same way that being a former drug addict and alcoholic (which I am) strengthens my arguments against substance abuse. But logic was never the strong suit of these types. To be clear, by the mercy of God I have never experienced same-sex attraction, romantic or sexual. But as a former alcoholic and drug addict, I have always sympathized greatly with those who struggle with that sin/behavioral disorder, which is not "gay," but "SSAD." Indeed, in my observation, Same-Sex Attraction Disorder" is the toughest of all behavioral dysfunctions to cope with, for two reasons. Get the hottest, most important news stories on the internet – delivered FREE to your inbox as soon as they break! Take just 30 seconds and sign up for WND's Email News Alerts! First, unlike most other addictions, the conduct one gets addicted to is not triggered by some external stimuli like pouring alcohol down your throat or pulling the arm of a slot machine, but the unavoidable prompting of one's internal sexual wiring. While it is technically true that all addiction is really about brain chemicals (what you actually get addicted to is stuff like endorphins), the external triggers also play an essential role. With sex addictions, you can't, like with whiskey, escape the temptations by simple abstinence and avoidance – you have to actively re-wire your sexual circuitry to re-orient your sexuality to match your physiology (which is hard, but not impossible) and to extinguish the harmful habits. That "re-wiring" can happen spontaneously through genuine lifestyle changes (most effective in the Christian spiritual context) or through "reparative therapy" such as one-on-one counseling and ex-gay groups equivalent to Alcoholics Anonymous. I know many ex-"gays" for whom these methods have been life- changing, and it is outrageous that the Marxists are trying to criminalize "gay" recovery all over the world. (To help counter that malign effort, support the life-affirming work of the Alliance for Therapeutic Choice and Scientific Integrity). Second, unique in all behavioral science is the vehement, often violent resistance of SSAD sufferers to the assertion that recovery is possible and real hatred for those who pursue it. While there are some pale similarities to the phenomenon of active drunks mocking people who "go on the water wagon," and others who try to entice their recovering drinking buddies to come back to the bar, nothing in the world of recovery truly compares to the militarized anti-recovery industry of the LGBT movement, complete with relentless propaganda comparable to that of a nation at war and the persecution of dissenters at levels not seen since the Soviet Union. That is, of course, because they ARE, metaphorically, a "nation" at war – in reality just a vast army of useful idiots waging "sexual revolution" against Judeo-Christian civilization in service to Cultural Marxist elites (many of whom are afflicted with the same disorders). To encourage recovery is, literally, to undermine their military power. But back to the subject of how I became a "homophobe." In my teens and 20s, I was a hard-left liberal on all the social issues. When my lesbian sister Shelly (third in order of the six children I was the eldest among) decided to come "out of the closet," I was the first person she approached because I was so liberal and "tolerant." A few years later, when I moved to Portland, Oregon, because of the liberal drug laws, I hired a lesbian as my car mechanic, and when I later formed a semi- Marxist-style "workers collective" of independent home repair contractors, I didn't hesitate to retain the new phone dispatcher "Doug" I'd just hired when he confessed to being a transvestite named "Rita" after hours. I could virtue-signal with the best of them. The first change in my thinking occurred when a family I knew closely debated whether to take in a relative: a "gay" older teen boy accused of molesting kids while serving as a counselor at a boys camp back east. Naively, I didn't hesitate to recommend they do it to help the kid get a new start on the West Coast. A year or so later that family was in terrible crisis when it was revealed that this "gay" teen had molested their 4-year-old son. Later it was alleged he molested an older son as well. The family only discovered this when they sought counseling for the younger boy to understand why this formerly sweet and adorable child had become violent and filled with rage. That family never did recover. Both of the molested boys descended into drug addition and criminality as teens and to my knowledge continue on that trajectory to this day. Poster Comment: I became a homophobe while working for the gay florist in Chicago as a young man. I could run back then. The other delivery man and I were the only straight ones in the place. Post Comment Private Reply Ignore Thread
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