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A challenge to all fags and other self-righteous people: WE DARE YOU
TO READ THESE SAD LETTERS THAT HONEST FAGS SENT TO WBC.
Unlike the hypocrites of Exodus International and other phony
so-called "ex-gays," here's the testimony of honest fags. Unlike
money-grubbing heretics like Jerry Falwell and the folks at Focus on
the Family who think if they lie often enough about Jesus Christ and
can get enough money from enough simpletons, then they can deceive
homosexuals into believing they've repented, here are the confessions
of sincere fags. As the publican in Luke 18:13 & 14, so is this fag:
"And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his
eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful
to me a sinner. I tell you, this man went down to his house justified
rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be
abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted." His testimony
reads as follows:

Testimony 1
"Hi Rev. Phelps, or whoever reads these: 

I trapped myself into faggotry when I was 19 years old. While I have
to take responsibility for this myself, I can see how our modern
American values made it so easy to turn myself into a fag. I can't be
the only one who got trapped this way.

In an example of kindness that can kill, society seems to no longer
view the sin of sodomy as a sin. Instead, the view now common is that
the temptation to commit buggery is an intrinsic immutable personal
characteristic, as much as having brown eyes or red hair. Therefore it
can't be wrong, so the theory goes.

When I first felt these temptations, I learned not that I was a sinner
but that I had 'awakened' to my own sexual identity. I should 'rejoice
in this characteristic that makes me the individual I am.' This clever
lie not only gave me permission to commit these sins but also indeed
put considerable pressure on me to make these acts the mantle of my
existence and adopt a life that revolved around the act of buggery.
Because after all, to repent and turn from this sin would be 'denying
the reality of my identity' and 'only living a lie.'

With the help of an 'understanding' society, I adopted this view.
Occasionally I sought help (in the wrong places) for the nagging
notion that this was all a horrible, horrible mistake. The apostate
clergy of modern psychology told me that my aversion to my 'sexual
identity' was wrong, I should let go of my inhibitions and go enjoy
the revolving door sex culture of anonymous gay sex.

I reached a depth of despair at my first (and last) 'gay pride'
parade. I saw the most revolting attributes of homosexuality flaunted
as if they were the hallmark achievements of mankind. Vileness,
promiscuity, perversity, and inverted morality (not to mention logic)
were all hailed in an orgy of celebration. It was like a bad science
fiction horror movie of Hades come to Earth.

As the years passed, it was increasingly more difficult to suppress
the growing sense of revulsion I had to those wretched beings with
whom I had cast my lot. I left the city every year on the day of the
'gay pride' orgy. I tried to distance myself from the amoral
antilogical licentious human garbage that collectively calls itself
the 'gay community.'

Currently I still feel the call of this sin, though I no longer act on
it. The final chapter of my odyssey of escape from the clever lies of
an immutable fag nature is perhaps not yet written. But I pray to God
for redemption. I'm not yet sure of the state of my salvation, but if
nothing else, I have turned my back on fag sin and all the evil that
comes with it.

I used to think you people were evil and crazy and persecuted the
righteous. But I am beginning to understand that I have had it exactly
backwards."

Testimony 2
"If it's ok with you, I would like you guys to post my story on your
site like you did with that other guy. Here is my story below, feel
free to correct any spelling. I am not afraid to have my name in
there, so feel free to print it.
My name is F**** G*****. I am now 55 and I have AIDS, my reward for a
life of faggotry and promiscuity. In my lifetime I have had nearly
every venereal disease you could imagine, but none of those could stop
me from my life of sin.

I got involved with sodomy at a very young age. My neighbor was an
upstanding person in the community. Everyone loved him and his wife.
At church he was almost a celebrity. But what I found out that his
wife had not, is that he was a faggot, leading a hidden lifestyle. One
weekend, my parents thought it would be a good idea for me to go
camping with my neighbor while they were out of town. It was a
horrible mistake for all of us.

Alone with this pervert in the woods, there was nobody to stop him
from exposing me to sodomy and all manners of perversion. Years later,
those events damaged my psychological development in high school. I
could never maintain a healthy relationship with females. But things
got worse in college.

When I was a senior in college, I met a professor that was a faggot.
He began telling me that what I was feeling was "normal", and that
those who opposed this sort of behavior were neandethals and backward.
Soon we were having a relationship. It was then that I had considered
myself gay.

What I want people to know at this point is that the gay lifestyle is
not some kind of mirror image of the heterosexual lifestyle. It
involves multiple partners, anonymous sex, and many perversions. It
seemed that I needed to experience more and more perverted activities
to be satisfied. Among the ones I could mention here are pedophilia
and beastiality.

So I continued in my life of faggotry, never truly happy. I claimed I
was proud of it; I marched in parades and chanted the slogans. But
inside I knew there was something wrong. From the first time I called
myself gay, I had always turned to drugs to take away the pain of my
sin. If I ran out of money for drugs, I thought nothing wrong about
going to the nearest rest stop or public restroom, and offering my
services to strangers. Nothing the gay movement could tell me could
make me happy the way the drugs did. They said that the lifestyle was
becoming more accepted, that we were going to be accepted by the
country as normal. But I knew I was not normal, and I suspected many
others know this too.

Still I was involved in the lifesyle until March 24, 1999. I had in
and out of doctors' offices for years, diagnosed and treated for
ghonorrea, scabies, and lice. I thought I had hit the bottom when
diagnosed with herpes in 1995. But on that day in 1999, I learned that
I had tested positive for HIV. The worse thing is that with the
lifestyle I was leading, I could not tell you who gave me that virus.

The reason why I am writing this, and using my real name, is because I
want everyone to know the truth about his lifestyle. I no longer care
about what happens to me. I will be dead soon, and my family disowned
me long ago. I am ashamed of what I did to them and god. When I was
lying in the hospital bed about a month ago, I learned that what I had
done for years was a sin.

Now I felt better knowing that I was right to doubt myself back then.
I have repented to the Lord and know that while my sins are now washed
clean, my duty in my final months on Earth is to warn the world,
especially young males, about the danger of homosexuality.

There is NOTHING normal about it. The media tries to portray faggots
as being entertaining, funny, and just like everyone else. But that
could not be further from the truth. I know because I have been there.
Not a day goes by that I don't regret my sins of the past. If just one
afflicted person reads this and changes there ways before having to
suffer the pain that I have, then I will consider my holy mission
accomplised.

F**** G***** 

Philadelphia, PA"