Open Letter to the Anti-LGBTQ Preacher Picketing Elton John’s Concert

Our joy is stronger than your hatred

Kitty Williams
Prism & Pen

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Photo by Tanushree Rao on Unsplash

Dear homophobic preacher dude,

I don’t know if you’re actually a pastor or just some rando who decided a good way to spend a Tuesday night would be to picket outside a concert.

Either way, you were incredibly obnoxious standing there holding your sign, shouting into your microphone, and spewing hatred about anyone different than you, all while condemning anyone who doesn’t obey the narrow rules as defined by your religion.

People shouted at you as they walked by, disgusted and outraged by the audacity of your message.

You said that while we hated you, shouted at you, and cursed you, you love us anyway. I don’t think you know what love is.

You said our angry reactions to your disturbing message meant that God was “convicting” us. You like the attention, and like any other narcissist, negative attention is better than none. That’s why I gritted my teeth and walked past you, staring straight ahead, refusing to give you any sort of validation. You deserve to be ignored.

People like you make me sad. Your life must be pathetic.

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Kitty Williams
Prism & Pen

writer of sad poetry & essays on feminism, politics, LGBTQ, religion & whatever else I feel like. bookworm, stargazer, daydreamer & devoted mom to fur babies