Anti-Gay Pastor Who Compared Homosexuality To Alcoholism Resigns After He Was Spotted On Grindr

The fucking stones on this guy. You gotta be a special type of asshole to condemn being gay while you take a shirtless selfie of your pasty ass body to upload to your Grindr profile.

Reverend Matthew Makela of Midland, Michigan resigned from his associate pastor position at St John’s Lutheran Church after the married father of five was spotted trying to get a little kielbasa on gay hook-up site, Grindr.

The pastor was notorious for making negative statements toward homosexuality referring to it as a “sinful temptation,” even going so far as to compare it to alcoholism. He also liked to take a dump on transgender people.

So it makes total and complete sense why his Grindr profile said he was looking to “mess around” with a guy and sent shirtless photos of himself. His profile also indicated that he was a “top” who loved to “make out naked and cuddle” as well as “oral and massage.”

Dude. If you’re about it, be about it. And maybe hit a tanning bed when you get a minute. I can’t tell where you end and the closet behind you begins.

One of my good friends is on Grindr and it makes Tinder look like Christian Mingle. If you have a shirt on in your profile picture, you are a minority. More dick pics are sent out on that site in one day than I’ve ever sent on Snapchat. And I’m averaging 2-4 a day. The app tells you how many FEET a Grindr user is away from you. It’s an absolute free-for-all. If I were gay, I’d clean the fuck up. But I’m not, and I’m my response rate for the chicks I message on Tinder is hovering around 6%. Chicks, man. Can’t get a read on them.

Moral of the story, bros: Be you. Be accepting. And if you’re going to have a profile on a gay hook-up site, make sure your don’t have a wife and five kids and don’t outwardly speak negatively about the very thing you’re taking creepy selfies in the mirror for. That’s just not a good look.

[H/T LADBible]

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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.