alwayslookingforanswers. My best friend was legally not allowed to have sex until he was 2 years older than the rest of us. Forunately that law was repealed, but not without a lot of dissent from the Bishops in the House of Lords. He was also, until recently, not allowed to have his partner make decisions for him if he was hospitalied or incapable. Some adoption agencies will not consider him, not because he would not make a fantastic dad, but because they morally object to the way he was born. He cannot donate blood nor be on the organ donor register. He can be refused a job in religiously affiliated schools and in church organisations, even if he is the best person for the job, simply because of who he chooses to love. He cannot hold hands with his partner in the street out of the very real fear of being assulted by people who use religion to justify their hate of him. He has also been refused hotel rooms when travelling with his partner. And that's just in Britain in 2009. Travelling to other countries as a couple is almost impossible in some respects.
Morningpaper, outside the Brixton tube station there is a guy who spends many, many hours preaching. Every time he sees me he launches into a hellfire and damnation speech about the evils of women and homosexuals. Why, I don't know, something to do with the short hair I had for a while maybe. For the most part it is amusing, but it gets tiresome, especially as it appears that, even though I have never spoken to him, he thinks I am an evil lesbian. He once saw me with a friend and launched into a tirade bout evil women, shouting at her not to associate with the likes of me. While it was amusing that he had completely miosread the situation, she's the lesbian, not me, it is, however was intrusive and occasionally frighting part of my daily life until I moved away.
Now that that, admittedly slightly insane, man is out of my life, I still am regularly wakened up early on Saturday mornings by the Jehovas Witnesses, even though I have had made it very clear that the lady's not for converting. I get accosted at train stations by nice young people who ask directions then invite me to their church. I get hissed at by the Muslim boys I used to teach because I don't wear a scarf and therefore am, obviously to their minds, constantly up for it and deserve everything I get, and have to dodge the Scientologists who block the footpath and try and get me to do a 'personality' test every single day on my way to the tube. It gets tiresome. I can't remember the last time I had an athiest shouting at me in the street "Forget all belief in God or suffer eternal damnation in Hell"
And, of course, I was explicitly discriminated against in my choice of school for my DD, but that's a whole other thread.