Catholics with LGBT+ experiences live daily at a cultural collision point.

Voices beset on all sides with opinions, ideas, and doctrines. 

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Are we broken? Is this the way things were always meant to be?

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Should we be ashamed of our desire for love and union or the way it’s directed?  Should we celebrate it?

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What does this experience mean for our vocational discernment?

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Do desires change over time depending on what we do with them?

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Will we ever experience the exclusive, indissoluble, forever love with another human being?

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How can we talk to God about this?  How should we share to others?

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We could pretend these questions and more don't exist. We could turn a blind eye to our brothers and sisters and to ourselves.

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But who wants that?

 

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Within each and every person is a shard of this story.

We are sexual, striving beings who suffer our own versions of imperfect, unrequited, unsatisfying affections.

No one escapes this world unscathed.

 

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Those who read the ache in our stories may, in compassion or outrage, say:

“Why does religion make sexual orientation need to be a cause for suffering? Aren’t we beyond that as a society?  

Why won't these people just 'love' who they want to love?"

 

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We'll take a pass on that pity.

 

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Modern privilege accustoms to the possibility of having it all ways.

But haven't we all decided - at different points of our lives - that there are things worth suffering for? 

That there are certain pursuits worth discipline and sacrifice?

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When those decisions come around, do you pity yourself? 

If you have made your choice with clear-eyed integrity, we hope not.

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We ask that you respect the workings of our conscience as we respect yours.