Fist hand with rainbow flag patterned isolate on whiteI’m in a bad space and I can’t pretend any longer that I ain’t. Trump, this illegitimate President – this moron, narcissist (fill in every vile adjective you can come up with; I have thousands for him), has brought this on me. And it’s not that I’m a stupendously political person. I normally don’t even express political opinions. But this orange creature devoid of anything but self-love has opened his own Pandora’s Box of grotesqueries that are blanketing our country with a plague of Dis-ease, worry and fear. I am not immune. I have reasons.
For those who have followed my career as a gay photographer and author, you also know that I was raised by radical Evangelical/fundamentalist parents. I was born into their church. It was everything I knew up until the age of seventeen when I could take it no longer, rebelled and ran away. I’d been brainwashed, abused and even tortured by my parents at the command of their pastors because “I was too effeminate”, or “didn’t sit properly like a man,” or had “homosexual tendencies”, that made other parents in the church leery to have me around their own children. I had been beaten regularly, and when that no longer worked, I was tied up and left in a closet until I either repented or recited Bible passages verbatim to them through a keyhole as the password back to “freedom”. I’d never been allowed to associate with any kids outside of the church. We had been brainwashed that they were “liberals”, and that made them creatures of Satan.
When I realized I was gay I thought my life was actually over. That life had condemned me because I’d been taught that homosexuality was an abomination and that gay people would burn in hell for eternity. The God I believed in didn’t hear my prayers to change me and so I hoped, quite simply, to die before I became any worse.  I didn’t die. God obviously didn’t listen to homosexuals. I figured we were condemned to survive two hells. The one that came after living… and the one we endured while living. To tell you that my teenage years were black doesn’t convey the depth of that darkness. When you hear from the pulpit every week, and from your parents every day that everything in the world outside of the church is sinful and will eventually be cleansed by God’s holy fire, you realize there is no where to run. That leaves you in the abyss of yourself trying to deal with the horror of your life… and the imagined horror of the world outside it.
Near the end of my teens, for my sanity’s sake, I accepted who I was. I couldn’t change who I was. It was the only option I had left. I rebelled and was excommunicated from the church. This did not sit well with my parents – especially my father who grew more intense in his discipline of me. When I refused to cry by the beatings, I was knocked unconscious, tied to chairs or locked in shed in the back yard in the sweltering summer heat as lessons to try and bring me back to their way of thinking – the way I’d been raised… the way I’d been brainwashed. It didn’t work.
I know I have some form of PTSD from my childhood. There are huge swaths of memory that are missing. They’ve been compartmentalized or erased by that child, I guess, to keep me as sane as possible. I only have flashes of them in my nightmares. I struggle with the idea that my life was so horrid and untenable because my parents believed that “God” had made us his “chosen ones”, and we had to follow the strict teachings of the church and the proclamations of it’s pastors to assure our redemption before he brought it all to an horrific cataclysm.
I ran away. For years I never spoke to my parents. I blocked them from my mind. I tried to purge myself of the hate and fear and terror with which they painted my tender psyche. I made my own life in the world… “God” and religion-free. I became a liberated homosexual. I accepted myself and knew that I was as normal as any other living creature on the planet. But most of all.. I tried to put what had been taught to me by my parents and their church behind me because I knew it was vile, soulless and rotten to the core. It’s not an easy task. My formative years had been ruined. I had lost a childhood. There were no photo albums filled with happy pictures of family vacations. There were no memories of joyful childhood experiences. I had ran into the world without any normalcy to my life. It would be a struggle to try to begin and fill it with some.
And I did the best I could. I’m proud of what I’ve achieved in spite of my origins. I’ve integrated into society as a proud gay person, an author and photographer and generally very decent person. But the anger was always there like tea steeping stronger in a pot; growing darker and blacker inside me. I was angry at what had been done to me; about the simple joys of childhood that had been stripped from me – about the beatings; the tortures, that all came with Bible quotes that, to this day, I cannot erase from my memory. I knew that my parents had been insane; that their church was a cesspool of insanity. I was thankful I’d escaped. So. I watered this anger down as best as I could through the years. I wanted to enjoy LIFE.
Like any writer I tried to purge myself of the bitterness with my work. Every single thing I’ve written has a taste for my disdain of religion. I consider it to be a perversity. And each thing I wrote seemed to lessen the weight of the burden of the blackness inside me. I thought I’d found a viable way to finally free myself from the tyranny of my anger.
That was when I began to notice what was shaping up in politics. From Jerry Falwell on, the Evangelicals have been slowly, carefully and meticulously slithering their way into politics. They wanted to reshape our country into “their world”, “their laws”, “their belief system”. I became concerned. More and more Evangelical politicians gradually began emerging in one of the parties of our government. And each one came in with their agenda. And I knew what that agenda was because I’d heard it every week from the pulpit when I was a child, and in the private conversations of each and every member of the congregation. “To destroy the unbelievers”. “To bring God’s kingdom to the world through the Apocalypse.” “To make liberal blood flow in the street as high as the horses bridles!”
We were taught that public education was Satan’s means of corrupting children. We’d been taught that Science was Satan’s tool to deceive. We were taught that the liberal mind was demon-possessed. We’d been told to prepare for a “War”. My family had a pantry stockpiled with food. Every family was taught to keep firearms hidden. They said when the war came that the liberals would try to use the art of “Satan’s tongue” or rational dialogue to dissuade us. We had been instructed to never listen to a liberal because it was like listening to a chorus of demons. And when the “Time” came, we would have to have the courage to face the demons and kill them without mercy. That was what “God” wanted. what is taught in the Evangelical churches. If you try to reason with them you have only put yourself in their gun sites. There is no reasoning with someone with this level of brainwashing.
AND they were infiltrating our government slowly and surely, one by one.
I thought for certain people would see, as I had, that they were insane and dangerous. But instead they made them into clown creatures to ridicule. But that didn’t stop them. More and more they began to take over House and Senate seats; Governor’s offices… all the way down to grassroots level. Like I said, they had an agenda. You’ll see it in everything they oppose: women’s rights, racial equality, freedom of the press, the arts and sciences; the various other religions… and homosexuality.
When Marriage Equality became an issue, it gave them a clear focus of determination. That, they said, was a sign of the “End of Times” and it was the starting gun for their “Crusade.” God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, in their interpretation, in retaliation for homosexuality. The rise of the homosexual in society, for them, was the signal that it was time for them to act on “God’s” behalf.
In a country that was Constitutionally founded on a separation of church and state, they made it clear that they would not accept this. In retaliation for Marriage Equality, they banded together to write opposing laws as “Religious Freedom”. They were making it abundantly clear that “Queers” were the final spoilers of society and they would not tolerate it.
I had high hopes. We pushed back and won on many. many levels. Intelligent reasoning and the sane laws of our country’s foundation worked hand-in-hand to protect what should have been our undeniable rights. Obama helped us make progressive strides forward. There was enough hope to make me believe we could stave the crazies off. Keep them harmlessly in their clown car where we could be occasionally amused by them.
Then Trump happened. The unimaginable.  A man so unqualified for high office that he was a joke. So undignified, racist, misogynistic and homophobic that an intellectual society would thoroughly dismiss him. And then he was in… and anchored to him… the Evangelicals.
His cabinet is festooned with their belief system: the despising of women, other religions; the blatant racism and the overt hatred for homosexuality.
The blackness I’d ran away from as a child in my home… had taken over the country. The Evangelicals were in place to rewrite laws to make anything and everything outside of their belief system an offense. The unimaginable now reared its serpent’s head and it’s fangs came loaded with fear for anyone who recognized them for the snakes that they are.
I know these people well. They will not stop. They cannot be reasoned with. There will be no rational dialogue. They will have no epiphany to bring harmony to those who believe differently. They are the blackness. They are soulless. They are vile.
So I am in this bad space. But I’ve been here before. The advantage is that even though they are in government, we outnumber them. There is a force of resistance out there. it’s vocal and determined, like I was back then; like I am now. We must become MORE determined than them. We must oppose them on every single thing. For every dark deed they do we have to throw a spotlight on it… the educated, thinking world will NOT allow these monsters FREE reign…
I truly believe that every struggle makes us stronger. Mine did. That I feel this struggle coming on again makes me more determined. It’s time for you to feel it too. I hope you do. The World is counting on us.
Dan Skinner #resistanthomosexual


  1. Dearest Dan,

    I read that post with tears in my eyes while my mind tried to tell me it couldn’t be true. I guess there are limitations to my imagination after all, since I can’t imagine any parent putting their own child(ren) through what you had to endure. Don’t get me wrong, I know it happens, I’m not hiding from the truth, but while I can imagine how a person might be driven to do almost anything (up to and including murder) given the right circumstances, I can’t conjure up a single circumstance under which I might turn on my own child. I’d love to be able to give you a huge hug, followed by a standing ovation. Because you are living proof that there is light after darkness, good despite evil and hope even when hopelessness tries to prevail. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your art. Thank you for speaking up. And, thank you for being in my life. You truly enrich it. (I’ll be sharing this post too).

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  2. Dan- I want you to know that your spirit of resistance inspires me. I am inspired daily by your tweets. Many of my books wear covers you visualized even before I did, and they motivate me, too. Your story inspires me too. I did not know this about you, or about Evangelical Christianity. Growing up a Catholic, it was all more stark–more black and white. You followed the rules or you broke them and would end up in hell. Black and white. A personal choice, but a very difficult one if you see things in shades of gray. In any case, I am with you with regard to your feelings toward Trump, toward those who support him–who hook their agenda to the back of his clown car and get towed along. I will resist everyday. I won’t stop until he is out of our government and is identified as the narcissistic, white supremacist, non-religious and non-spiritual man who sees himself as the only god in his life. And I hope like hell he takes down all of the Republicans who stood by him as he perverted our democracy. Thank you for sharing this.

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  3. You couldn’t have said it all any better. I find myself fussing and fuming every time I read an article or watch a news show dealing with fundamentalism and their sneaky push for power. As a devoted supporter of civil and equal rights, I can’t begin to let myself become discouraged and I agree with your feelings that there are people who will not let the worst happen. We will come out on top, hopefully not too bruised and bloodied. You are a hero for battling through your childhood horrors and “Dick” and winning peace of mind. Much love and hugs to you.

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  4. Dan,

    I came across your blog that was shared by Lucy Lennox. My mother’s heart ache’s for the young boy who should have never known fear, rejection or pain from the two people who he should have been able to trust the most. I am so sorry you were denied that. I understand your anger and your resentment. I hope you also understand there are Christians who are not “Evangelially extreme”. There are some of us who were raised in the church and still believe in God and understand the true meaning of the word “Christian” which is to be Christ-like not plant your butt on a pew every time the church door is open. I believe the bible and the Lord said he loves ALL of us. He didn’t cherry pick the ones who own the fattest well used bible.

    I’m glad that when my 14 year old daughter came out as bisexual to me last year she knew she was going to feel love & acceptance. I however am sad that I have some family members who have gone to the “evangelical bible thumping side” and I have had to cut ties with them to protect my family. I don’t need my cousin telling my doughter she is going to hell when I damn well know she is not!! 😡

    I am not going to weigh in on politics. Someone may not be my choice as a President but I feel strongly as an American that once that person is in office I will not make a big stand against them. That is not to say I don’t have my opinions. 🙂


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  5. Thank you for sharing this. I am so, so sorry that you grew up in that level of hell. No one deserves that.
    And thank you for all your words. You are articulating what I fear. It scares the hell out of me – and I am like you. I realized that we must resist together, on all sorts of small levels.

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  6. Dan – I just want to give you a great big hug and make it all better. Oh, if only that would make this horrible political situation go away. I spent about 7 years of my life involved with a fundamentalist religion, so even though I’m a straight woman, I can understand a bit where you are coming from. I can understand how this must be triggering your PTSD, because it freaks the fuck out of me. I just want you to know that I support you and the LGBT community. I’m donating money to liberal causes and candidates, I attended my first town hall meeting and I have been calling & emailing my representatives over and over. I promise you that I will not stop fighting for your right to have a happy life, no matter who is in office. Why do I care so much? Because gay rights are human rights. Please stay strong, and don’t let that blackness overwhelm you. You have allies.

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  7. We are truly experiencing the Tyranny of the Minority. More votes cast for Democratic congressional candidates, for president, and yet, we sit with the minority in control of our government. We MUST do whatever we can to change this. It won’t be easy – this has been the agenda of the Koch brothers, et al since the 1980s and they’ve been frighteningly successful. But we have to fight it! I’m so sorry you went through that hell. I’m not a parent, but I can’t imagine anyone heaping that kind of pain on their own child. Thankful that you got away and were able to save yourself. Sometimes you really do have to be the hero in your own life – and that is definitely you!



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    • smooches.. I truly believe we will succeed…even the people who support Evil people will be trampled..and then they will have NO support… that’s how dictators are toppled… and history has proven.. they ALL get exactly what they deserve… look at Ghaddaffi..

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  8. I was really moved by this story. I am a gay man myself and I has some similar experiences but religion was never a problem. It breaks my heart to read how religion was used to hurt you. I am very sorry for that.
    Also I am sorry that you now have the dumbest president imaginable. I actually didn’t believe he would stand 100 days…

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  10. Dan. Know you had a hard time when you were younger but sadly not how bad it actually was. I can’t get over how you were treated, yet turned in to someone loved by so many, congrstulations to you, you could have gone and taken a totally different path 💖💖

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