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Homeless LGBT Youth
The teen years are hard for nearly everyone. For LGBT youth is can be harder still. During this time, people begin to express their sexuality and sexual identity. There are a lot of people out in the world that aren’t prepared to great their children’s differences with anything but hate. Hate is the worst thing that people can do at any time, but during the formative years it can leave lasting scars. Many teens and younger, when they reveal their sexuality, become the targets of abuse and neglect which can culminate in complete abandonment.
It is estimated that up to forty percent of the upwards of 3 million homeless youth are LGBT. This number is higher than the national average of people with home, which is about ten percent. And the percentages of those teens who find themselves victims of further abuse both sexual and none sexual is much higher than their straight counter parts.
The sad part of this is that many of the homeless LGBT youth are actually cast out of their homes by parents or guardians that cannot accept their lifestyle due to religious beliefs. They turn their back on their own offspring because of the hate that they believe comes from the bible. They don’t stop to realize that there is no real basis for their fear. This is something that can and has been argued extensively over the years, so I won’t go into it here and now, but it is a plague of stupidity that has to stop if we’re going to save these lost teens and ultimately our world. (It’s going to take a lot more than clearing up false sexuality beliefs to fix our world, but it would be a start.)
I’m one of the lucky ones. My parents, although from religious families, aren’t religious. The same goes for my partner’s parents. They all believe that even if they don’t understand, we’re their kids and they love us, regardless of who we are and who we love. I’ve been told by many of my friends over the years that they wished they had my parents. I think that if more parents in the world were like mine, it would be a better place. I do have relatives that we don’t talk about certain subjects around, but it’s not something that is avoided around my parent’s home.
I never had to worry about being homeless due to my sexuality, due to my finances, that’s a totally different story. In our corporate-ravaged world, there’s a growing number of people who are homeless due to finances. A lot of these people have LGBT children and that complicates their ability to find shelter and aid. Many of the homeless aid charities out there revolve around religious groups. Again they want to force their world view on the already emotionally battered people that come to them for help. LGBT youth, who don’t want to be something they’re not, are not welcome in these places and many times their families are faced with the tough choices of what to do, because many times they have more children than just their LGBT ones. Families can be torn apart by this, it’s not fair.
As a writer, I take pride in the fact that my words can help shape people’s opinions and overall thought processes. Writing has been liked to a form of mental healing. We hold a lot of power in our minds, fingers and keyboards. That power can either be used for good or evil. I’m sure that there are a lot of religious zealots out there that think that what I do is harmful, but I hope that through my stories, I can help mend the damage their hate does on our world. Hopefully my readers will share the love of my stories with others and through that help open a few minds and maybe, over time, more and more LGBT youth and adults will find themselves in loving, caring families that understand the concept of unconditional love.
In my current work in progress, “The Falconer’s Lure” hopefully book four of Ren Fair Romances, one of my main characters is a homeless 19 year old who was thrown out on the streets at the age of 17 when his parents discovered he was gay. He’s survived a lot and wants nothing more than someone to care about him. That’s what most people want, is someone to care about them and that they can care about in turn. As humans, we can’t care about something that we fear. It’s time to stop being afraid of those that people see as different. It’s time to stop the hate.