The more religious nuts I talk with, the more convinced I become that anyone who feels an obsessive need to change others' faith definitely has some chinks in their own armor.
So it really comes as no surprise to read that George Alan Rekers, board member of the National Association for Research & Therapy of Homosexuality (NARTH) has become the latest in a long and honorable tradition of gay therapy proponents being outed.
It's gotten to the point where these folks don't even have to come out; simply being a high-up in one of these organizations is now almost a de facto statement of homosexuality!
Some of them come clean, so to speak (though I think I might still want to wash my hands if I touched most of them), and speak about the conflict that led them to where they were. Having spent thirteen years trying to change my sexuality I know from conflict. So though it's easy to judge them, I also understand.
Then there the others. The ones you feel you should feel some compasison for but just can't because they try and keep up the facade. Larry "Wide Stance" Craig, who insists in a voice that would send most guys' Q-Meters spinning off the charts that he is not gay. Ted Haggard whose outing and subsequent (continuing) therapy have converted him from an Evangelical closeted gay minister to a "heterosexual with issues." (The main issue being that he is attracted to men; I'll admit that's rather a looming issue for a heterosexual. It's hard not to snicker.
Rekers really does take the cake though. He took a ten-day subsidized trip to Europe with a rentboy that advertised on rentboy.com. For a man in his position to put himself and his career in to that sort of jeopardy, there has to be a pretty strong motive, and there's only one thing that can cloud a man's judgment that much. His initial story was that he hired the boy, named Lucien, for 75 dollars a day and had no idea until halfway through the trip that he was a rent boy. When Lucien talked and said he found him off the site, he changed his story; he hired rent boys in order to "evangelize them."
It seems that if the goal were to evangelize, there would be easier ways to do it than taking them to Europe. Not to mentione plenty of people to evangelize without needing to go onto a rent boy site to find them. I have to wonder, as he pored through the profiles, how did he decide that Lucien was the one to contact?
Understandably, Rekers had not wanted Lucien to talk to the media. And he especially had not wanted him to talk about the massages which he was to give Rekers every day. Perhaps they didn't have sex, as Lucien says (now); as one blogger wrote, "only the laundry maids of Europe know the truth."
Whatever the truth is, one more self-deceiving "therapist" offering a "cure for homosexuality" has been knocked from his perch.
Who's left? Will Pat Robertson be caught spreading the word of the Lord in a Pattaya bath house? Will James Dobson be photographed "offering a strong father figure" to some wayward youth in Peoria?
Only time will tell. Speaking of telling, getting Rekers to get his head together and come to our side after he gets over his shell shock would probably be way too much to hope for. You know this guy would have some really good stories to tell...