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Yes, I do here confess. I had a lesbian roommate. This was back in my college days at a woman's college where the dykes ruled everything and if you didn't make nice with them you had no hope in heaven of getting a degree.
We were only roommates, not lovers, but I still made the mistake of caring about her. I regarded her as my baby sister. I played side-kick to her many ideas because they sounded okay at the time and had one tiny element of virtue in them. (Which is exactly how the Deceiver gets you. )
First there was the whole, "Range Safety Club", which got her a lot of heat on campus, (preparing her, no doubt, for conditions at her future address) because even though she was one of their own, the bleeding heart hegemony on campus insisted that guns are bad and that such a club did not belong in our community. So, we had the meetings at our apartment off campus and drove down in a convoy to the shooting range. Squeezing off that trigger, I felt something that I know now was the Lord's soft voice convicting me to return to Him. But it took some time.
Another project of my lesbo roomie was to organize a sewing party to fix up our wardrobe of bat robes. Bat robes are what we called the long gowns worn at convocations and graduations and the like and if the name alone doesn't alert you to the dangers of a higher education than you are not paying attention. As I was the one with the most sewing experience, (proving that God had favored me earlier in my life) I got roped into helping with that.
I supported her all kinds of ways and then she got all huffy and said that I wasn't respecting her "boundary issues" because I asked her what was wrong once when she wanted to be left alone. She expected me to "just know" her feelings (the only womanly quality lesbians possess). If she wanted to be alone why was she sitting in the middle of a party?!
So after all that, she rejected me as a friend, and when I endangered my immortal soul for her.
Last I heard she tried truck driving for awhile before going to seminary to become an Episcopalian priest. (And folks on this forum think I got problems.)
Never, ever trust a gay and have all your roommates vetted by a True Christian elder before handing out the key.
Reminicently Yours,
Handmaiden
We were only roommates, not lovers, but I still made the mistake of caring about her. I regarded her as my baby sister. I played side-kick to her many ideas because they sounded okay at the time and had one tiny element of virtue in them. (Which is exactly how the Deceiver gets you. )
First there was the whole, "Range Safety Club", which got her a lot of heat on campus, (preparing her, no doubt, for conditions at her future address) because even though she was one of their own, the bleeding heart hegemony on campus insisted that guns are bad and that such a club did not belong in our community. So, we had the meetings at our apartment off campus and drove down in a convoy to the shooting range. Squeezing off that trigger, I felt something that I know now was the Lord's soft voice convicting me to return to Him. But it took some time.
Another project of my lesbo roomie was to organize a sewing party to fix up our wardrobe of bat robes. Bat robes are what we called the long gowns worn at convocations and graduations and the like and if the name alone doesn't alert you to the dangers of a higher education than you are not paying attention. As I was the one with the most sewing experience, (proving that God had favored me earlier in my life) I got roped into helping with that.
I supported her all kinds of ways and then she got all huffy and said that I wasn't respecting her "boundary issues" because I asked her what was wrong once when she wanted to be left alone. She expected me to "just know" her feelings (the only womanly quality lesbians possess). If she wanted to be alone why was she sitting in the middle of a party?!
So after all that, she rejected me as a friend, and when I endangered my immortal soul for her.
Last I heard she tried truck driving for awhile before going to seminary to become an Episcopalian priest. (And folks on this forum think I got problems.)
Never, ever trust a gay and have all your roommates vetted by a True Christian elder before handing out the key.
Reminicently Yours,
Handmaiden
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