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INVADING LIBERAL TERRITORY WITH TRUTH |
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Written by Kevin L. Howard
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(Clear Thoughts on a Fading Memory)
Shocked hardly describes how I felt when I saw two men kiss each other on the lips as I waited for the seminar to begin. It was an unholy kiss, indeed. Occasionally, I've sat in on something that was radically different for me. Such was true with a little-known lecture I went to at the American Academy of Religion & Society of Biblical Literature, on Nov. 18, 1995, following the annual meeting of the Evangelical Theological Society, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Since many years have passed, the following details in quotes must be taken as recollections rather than verbatim statements.
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TRANSGENDERED OR SOMETHING ELSE? |
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Written by Kevin L. Howard
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A news channel recently highlighted a San Francisco high ranking official, a man seemingly transformed into a woman. Let's call him Teresa. He looked like a woman but had the voice of a man. What are we to think of such a person?
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GAY, STRAIGHT OR TAKEN? |
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Written by Kevin L. Howard
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Lifetime has a new show called, "Gay, Straight or Taken?," scheduled to air on Mondays starting January 8, 2007. "It's a dating game with a twist like no other," says Lifetimetv.com. According to a description on IMDb.com, it's "A game show where a single woman meets three men-one is in a heterosexual relationship, one is gay and partnered, and one is single and straight."
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WHY ARE GAYS SO INTOLERANT? |
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Written by Kevin L. Howard
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Since intolerant is about the only evil title someone can be labeled with these days, I'd like to pin it on the gay community. The situation is ironic because the activist gay community deems itself as one of the most tolerant groups today.
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SIDEWALK DRIVER |
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Written by Kevin L. Howard
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I drive my Harley Davidson on the sidewalks of Southern California and that's the way it is. I'm here to stay, so get used to it!
It's freeing to wheel my Hawg on the walkway and twist the throttle back, painting black lines on the concrete. And the smell of burnt rubber, now that's liberty. How could such pleasure ever be wrong?
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