It always amuses me no end to watch religious people turn cartwheels on the ceiling in trying to deal with gay and trans issues. That goes double when it's the Catholic Church. You've got a bunch of old men who dress up like women on a runway at an avant garde fashion show. All that's missing are the strobe lights and some loud, abrasive dance music.
So, c'mon, here ya have a bunch of alter boy diddlers telling us that it's "wrong to be gay." Of course they'll just tell you they aren't really gay or that God, aka the voices in their heads, is totally cool with the sexual abuse of minors and it's all part of God's Plan. I'll just stop here. So much has been written about this subject, but, damn, The Vatican gave new meaning to the sentence "Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me" eons ago. And, by the way Pope Francis, don't think your choice of stage name went unnoticed. If you want to change that to Frances, you'll get no blowback from me. In fact, I'd be all for it.