Published Date: June 14, 2018
Publishing Co.: William Collins
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
Gay conversion therapy definition: the pseudo-scientific practice of trying to change an individual’s sexual orientation from homosexual or bisexual to heterosexual using psychological or spiritual interventions.
A memoir by someone who had experienced such an “intervention” immediately had my attention. I knew this therapy, and I used that term very loosely, was bat shit crazy stuff so I was ready to learn more.
I feel like a monster admitting that I had a hard time pulling my way through this. There were points in the beginning and the ending that I just couldn’t stop reading, but the middle really slowed down the flow of the narration. Sometimes, the back and forth between past and present at LIA felt drawn out. A quagmire in the middle of a perilous trek.
Why does that make me feel like a monster? I feel bad for becoming bored by someone else’s suffering. Not so much on a personal level, just on pacing in the novel. There is no mistaking the author’s pain during this part of his life and he is a relate able person. Because most importantly, this is a person, a human-fuckng-being, that other people are trying their best to break in order for them to live the life they think God wants for them. Seems pretty arrogant to think you know what God, should you believe in him, wants of people or to think you have the say in the matter of anyone else’s lives.
This story is profoundly important. It keeps the lime light on the fact that there is still much fighting to be done for the LGBTQ community.
Love is love.