Pflag Quotes

If no one had ever challenged religious authority, there’d be no democracy, no public schools, women’s rights, improvements to science and medicine, evolution of slavery and no laws against child abuse or spousal abuse. I was afraid to challenge my religious beliefs because that was the basis of creation—mine anyway. I was afraid to question the Bible or anything in it, and when I did, that’s when I became involved with PFLAG and realized that my son was a perfectly normal human being and there was nothing for God to heal because Bobby was perfect just the way he was.

Kyle had gone from confused and possibly hurt to a card-carrying member of PFLAG. Literally; he’d shown Brad the card the other day.

Have you thought about the Coming Out Thing? It gets complicated when you bring religion into the equation. Technically, Jews and Episcopalians are supposed to be gay-friendly, but it's hard to really know how that applies to your own parents. Like, you read about these gay kids with really churchy Catholic parents, and the parents end up doing PFLAG and Pride Parades and everything. And then you hear about parents who are totally fine with homosexuality, but can't handle it when their own kid comes out. You just never know.

it’s hard to really know how that applies to your own parents. Like, you read about these gay kids with really churchy Catholic parents, and the parents end up doing PFLAG and Pride Parades and everything. And then you hear about parents who are totally fine with homosexuality, but can’t handle it when their own kid comes out. You just never know.

This helped me a lot,” he said. What helped who a lot? I wondered as I stood beside the open door. “PFLAG?” Jason asked after I heard the sound of a book dropping on his desk. “Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. I heard you talking to the missus and … my brother was gay.

No more?” Jason asked. What?! Is my once-sane husband actually thinking of gay rehab for our son, ’cause I don’t think there’s a referral list in that PFLAG book. “He died. Killed himself when he was seventeen.” Silence fell like fog. “Man, that’s tough. Sorry, Chuck,” Jason finally said. “Know who’s sorriest?” Chuck asked. Jason must have gestured for him to continue. “My dad.” I heard Jason’s seat cushion exhale as he sat down on it. “A boy’s gotta know his old man’s behind him no matter what.

Isn’t there a PFLAP thing I can join? I need to Google that.” “Pretty sure you mean PFLAG—