Oh, Don’t Say Gay? Don’t Say Jesus Either, Then

Let’s make this plain:
If you’re out here trying to erase queer folks from schools, libraries, and public life,
you better go ahead and erase Jesus, too.

Because if you read the bible real close like?
He’d never pass your background check.

“Don’t Say Gay” laws?
Cute.
Next thing you know, they’ll be banning the Beatitudes for promoting “radical kindness”
and slapping a disclaimer on the Sermon on the Mount
because it “encourages empathy in minors.”

(I promise I'm not trying to give them ideas).

And let’s be honest, if they really enforced those “Don't Say Gay” laws, half the New Testament would get yanked off the shelves faster than a rainbow book display during Pride Month.

Jesus Was the Original Canceled Content

You don’t want to say “gay”?
Cool.

But let me remind you:

• The early church? A full-blown underground movement of outcasts.

• Jesus? Constantly touching the “unclean,” breaking purity laws, dining with the excluded.

• His chosen family? A pack of rule-breakers, tax collectors, women with complicated reputations, and beloved companions who stuck around when the empire came knocking.

And if that sounds a little too familiar, good.
Queer folks have always known what it means to love outside the lines and survive systems that try to silence them.

You Can’t Scrub the Queer Out of the Gospel

The same people yelling “Don’t Say Gay” are quoting scripture written by men who had the nerve to pen love letters from prison. They are talking about “grace” and “unity” while hiding their fear of anything they can’t control behind holy-sounding laws.

But newsflash:

• You can’t preach Jesus without preaching liberation.

• You can’t preach community while banning queer families.

• You can’t slap a fish bumper sticker on your truck
  and call it Christianity when your policies look more like Pharaoh than the Good Samaritan.

Real Love Refuses to Stay Silent

If your church is even quieter about hate than it is about hope,
your sanctuary’s just a soundproof room for empire.

If your Jesus fits neatly inside a conservative voter guide,
he’s not the one flipping tables or feeding thousands,
he’s the one selling tickets to the culture war.

And let’s get one thing straight
(well, maybe not straight but clear):

Real Love shows up
in drag queens reading storybooks,
in queer couples holding hands on Sunday morning,
in trans kids who survive schools that never learned how to love them.

You can pass your laws.
You can ban your books.
But you can’t legislate Love back into the closet.

Final Benediction (And Don’t You Dare Whisper It)

If your faith can’t handle the word “gay,”
it’s too weak to handle the truth.

If your gospel erases the rainbow,
you’ve already edited Jesus out of the story.

And if your religion only loves people who look, pray, and kiss like you,
congratulations,
you built yourself a golden calf and called it righteousness.

But Love?
Love refuses to shut up.
Love refuses to back down.
Love refuses to disappear.

And Love, bless her queer little heart,
always gets the last word.