That particular student did turn out rather unfortunately. I had noted how, throughout class discussions and group projects, of how obstinately traditional and conservative he was. He became known, not too affectionately, as the Baptist. He was meanspirited and not very bright, making him perfect for a fundamentalist forum. Miraculously, he did make it through seminary, then was ordained and soon moved to a parish in Greater Vancouver where he took the parish out of the diocese as a result of Michael, our bishop of the day, legitimizing same sex blessings. No sooner was he out of the diocese when he was caught en flagrante delecto abusing young boys in the parish. Yes, sexually. For some reason this little scandal never hit the news. He had well moneyed relatives who succeeded in bribing the news agencies into silence. Still, the pressure and shame were too much for him, and he committed suicide a year later. We never communicated following our falling out in theological school, and I must confess that it has been hard for me to find any tears to shed for him. I am not naming this individual, of course. I am only mentioning him in order to give the lie to that grievous and egregious lie about queer and trans persons being sexually dangerous to children. It should be very clear, through this particular illustration, that we are not any danger to anyone, except to those that will only let go of their pet lies and illusions once they are pried from out of their cold dead hands.
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