At least He Was Polite About Telling Me I'm Going To Hell

A few weeks ago I was so very excited about a small vacation I was to go on. I promised pictures and stories. No picture or stories ever came. I should tell you at least why.
But let me tell you of one of two anniversaries that I had last Friday. It's been one year since I officially came out of the closet once and for all. I had been out to close friends for a long time. On August 26 (two days after my mom's birthday), 2004 Maxine went snooping through my room and read my journal. I didn't see the reason to hide it any longer from anyone. I think I told everyone I knew.
Preston and I had been close friends and my roomie my sophmore year, I never specificity told him because of the religious factor. Well last year I did tell him. Preston graduated last year from CSU, and is now a mechanical engineer somewhere in Fort Collins. We didn't hang out as much anymore I thought because of the distance and the job.
Some friends of ours had invited Preston along with myself, camping last week. As Preston and I were driving out of Denver, he began to question me about my feelings on "Intelligent Design." I told him that I believed it to have a "hidden motive" of further religion in secular places, and it didn't belong in public schools.
Preston then began to lecture my about my "walk with the lord." A little after our first night's dinner Preston informed me that he couldn't be my friend anymore. He had recently decided to strengthen his walk, and I would just pull him down. I think Preston came on the trip hoping that I would get on my knees and have a religious epiphany. I would see that I was wrong and walking into sin, and that Preston was to whitness.
But the only thing I felt needed turning around was the car.
Preston had brought along his bible, in which certain passages had been highlighted and bookmarked.
Preston isn't weirded out that I'm gay. That's inconsequential to him, or so he says. The bible, he pointed out says nothing about sexual orientation. "But it does strongly word God's views about behavior" warned Preston. So, It's ok to gay, but not ok to act on it, got it.
Preston wanted me to make an oath to him that I would "never lie with man as with womankind" or something like that. Preston couldn't be my friend because of the possibility of my getting laid in the future. I told Pres that if I were to ever make such a vow, it would be between God and myself, not between Chipper and Preston. "I understand" said Pres, as patted my back. I thought it was really odd and angering that
1) Preson was being entirely condeseding
2)Why does a straight dude want to know about my sex life so much? I don't care what he has or has not done. I don't care who's he done or not done such activities with. Why was Preston so demading that I confess details with? Perhaps he's not so "straight" after all. I dunno.
I wanted to argue with him the historical and cultural situations why the ancient Israelites held their view. I want to argue with him that my sex life, like his, has nothing to do with our friendship. Furthermore, I'm not having sex a sexlife (in either a standard or clintonian definition), nor in the foreseeable future, so what has that have to do with our friendship? Alas, I didn't say any of this. It would have only fallen to deaf ears. His diatribe had been to well rehearsed. I think he had someone helped him make his arguments and anticipate my rebutting.
We drove back after a night of camping. Even though I lost my buddy, my old dorm rommie, I have to respect him. Even though I don't agree with his logic, his arguments, or worldview; he at least had the balls to tell my that my being gay bothered him, and he couldn't take it. I've lost many acquaintance since last august. Preston was the only one who had the cojones to tell me why.