Milo Yiannopoulos – Protestia

Far-right provocateur Milo Yiannopoulos, who two months ago announced he no longer considers himself to be gay but rather is “sodomy-free’, released a video where he purported to throw his $150,000 engagement ring, which he calls his “sodomy stone” into the ocean, consecrating and seeking his new identity as an ex-gay.

In typical provocateur style, he got on a boat, got drunk, and allegedly tossed it overboard while Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” played.

Yiannopoulos says he initially planned to toss it out of a helicopter into a volcano, Mount Doom/ Lord of the Rings style, but had to change his plans when he realized how expensive it would be an how poor her is, opting to charter a boat instead. He explains:

It’s called the sodomy stone that’s the name I’ve given to the gigantic engagement ring I bought myself as part of a union that I now regard as somewhat infernal. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what’s real and what’s not real in my life, and thinking about the trappings of my former life, that it would be a good idea to get rid of it…
I’ve prayed, I’ve drunk an enormous amount of vodka and I’ve reminded myself that nothing beautiful or true can be made to grow on a foundation of wickedness.”

While he threw something into the ocean, there is no way of knowing if the ring actually was his sodomy stone worth north of six figures. This is particularly true when he ended the video with a tracking shot of his bible and a case full of his merch, claiming “My checking account has about $800 in it right now, and the last ten years have exhausted my savings. But this is something I had to do. You can’t build something beautiful and true on a bedrock of filth and lies.”

Two months ago Milo explains that this newfound commitment to be an ex-gay has taken a toll on his marriage to husband John Lewis, a man whom he allegedly married in 2017, saying that he has been “demoted to housemate.”

Well, the guy I live with has been demoted to housemate, which hasn’t been easy for either of us. It helps that I can still just about afford to keep him in Givenchy and a new Porsche every year. Could be worse for him, I guess.
My own life has changed dramatically, though it crept up on me while I wasn’t paying attention. I’m someone who responds to micromanagement and accountability, so I’ve found counting days an effective bulwark against sin. In the last 250 days I’ve only slipped once, which is a lot better than I predicted I would do…
The best metaphor I know is that of a flower blooming – “Whatever is loving in man and whatever is lovable in man is Christ in man.” I take this to mean that the more love and the less lust in us, the more we cease to obscure Christ and instead reveal Him, in whose image we are made.
I don’t mean to suggest it’s been easy, just simple: Our Lord endured worse than any of us and promised us that we have to take up a heavy cross each day

Far-right provocateur Milo Yiannopoulos has announced he no longer considers himself to be gay but rather is “sodomy-free’. In an interview with Lifesite News that many critics say is just another grift in a long line of many, he discusses the importance of conversion therapy, consecrating his life to St Joseph, why he believes he is an “ex-gay” and his place in the world as it pertains to being a deliberate troll.

Here are a few relevant portions relating to issues of faith, with the whole being worth a read. When asked how the 36 year old analyst felt being in this stage of life taking this hard turn, he explains:

When I used to kid that I only became gay to torment my mother, I wasn’t entirely joking. Of course, I was never wholly at home in the gay lifestyle — Who is? Who could be? — and only leaned heavily into it in public because it drove liberals crazy to see a handsome, charismatic, intelligent gay man riotously celebrating conservative principles.
That’s not to say I didn’t throw myself enthusiastically into degeneracy of all kinds in my private life. I suppose I felt that’s all I deserved. I’d love to say it was all an act, and I’ve been straight this whole time, but even I don’t have that kind of commitment to performance art. Talk about method acting …

Milo explains that this newfound commitment to be an ex-gay has taken a toll on his marriage to husband John Lewis, a man whom he allegedly married in 2017, saying that he has been “demoted to housemate.”

Well, the guy I live with has been demoted to housemate, which hasn’t been easy for either of us. It helps that I can still just about afford to keep him in Givenchy and a new Porsche every year. Could be worse for him, I guess.
My own life has changed dramatically, though it crept up on me while I wasn’t paying attention. I’m someone who responds to micromanagement and accountability, so I’ve found counting days an effective bulwark against sin. In the last 250 days I’ve only slipped once, which is a lot better than I predicted I would do…
The best metaphor I know is that of a flower blooming – “Whatever is loving in man and whatever is lovable in man is Christ in man.” I take this to mean that the more love and the less lust in us, the more we cease to obscure Christ and instead reveal Him, in whose image we are made.
I don’t mean to suggest it’s been easy, just simple: Our Lord endured worse than any of us and promised us that we have to take up a heavy cross each day. Ronald Knox says the Via Crucis shows us the 3 ways we can carry our cross: With bitterness, like the unrepentant thief; with grim resignation, like the repentant thief who said it was what he deserved; or with love, like the Lord, who never minimized suffering but said it would, in God’s time, redeem us.
Secretly, I feel I’ve done enough good in this life to excuse me from earthly penance for past sins. Your readers will no doubt respond, rightly, that this statement demonstrates how far I have to go. The best advice I can give others in my situation is: Check your pride, not your privilege. So often it’s vanity or conceit or self-satisfaction that gets in the way of accepting Christ. Learn to catch it before it takes root, and difficult things suddenly don’t seem so difficult.

Yiannopoulos seems to have landed in the damnable Roman Catholic stream of belief, explaining why he chose to consecrate his life to St. Joseph.

Secular attempts at recovery from sin are either temporary or completely ineffective. Salvation can only be achieved through devotion to Christ and the works of the Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. St. Joseph is the spiritual father figure of the Holy Family. In this time of gender madness, devoting myself to the male protector of the infant Jesus is an act of faith in God’s Holy Patriarch, and a rejection of the Terror of transsexuals. Trannies are demonic: They are the Galli, the castrated priests of Cybele, the Magna mater, whom Augustine saw dancing in the streets of Carthage dressed like women.
Don’t even get me started on Drag Queen Story Hour. I only have to see those four words to be overwhelmed by the urge to buy rope.

He concludes by describing what sanctification and repentance look like, showing an enormous confusion over what his posture over his forgiveness and God’s grace ought to be.

I have enjoyed a lifelong affection for the absurd and the outrageous, so part of me gleefully anticipates the day I can seize the moral high ground, however briefly, to denounce others for failures of piety and sobriety. I hope people will support and pray for me, if for no other reason than they share my delight at the prospect of Milo Yiannopoulos furiously and indignantly railing against homosexuals for sins of the flesh.…

I’ve always considered abortion to be the pre-eminent moral horror of human history. I’ll keep saying so — even more loudly than before.
They say if you let one sin in, others will follow, and now I truly know what that means: As I’ve begun to resist sinful sexual urges, I’ve found myself drinking less, smoking less … you name it. I confess my weakness for designer shoes and handbags is yet to dissipate. But I am coming to realize, however slowly, that lust — per Augustine — is disordered desire for all sorts of things, not just NFL players.

Though this may be more trollery, we pray that it’s not, and that conviction is happening in his life. Pray for Milo.