I suppose it was a poor choice, commenting about homosexuality in such a public forum, when most of the ghosts in my graveyard and the skeletons in my closet have already told me by accident that they hate me or that I'm disgusting or that I deserve hell for it.
(Well, friends, it looks like you were right, if hell's a place and jesus is how I avoid it, I'm certainly going there now. Not that I'm blaming you, but your self-righteous bullshit and homophobic slurs and comments didn't really guide me down a landing strip to any sort of spiritual salvation.)
Why'd you have to write your ugly words for my closest cousins to see them, why'd you have to shove your view down my throat, going on and on, assuming you were invalidating my every point with your single flimsy cry of "morals!" and a bible-verse? We weren't even talking about the same things, kid.
If you actually cared about me, I guess I could understand sending a private message worried over "my soul." My mom does as much. But she loves me, or tries to.
Like all the ghosts in my secondary education graveyard and all the skeletons in my bible class closet, you condemned me.
And I'd be lying if I said it didn't sting in the slightest, to remember how a majority of the people I've spent eighteen years trying to fit in with... Wouldn't wholly accept me if they knew true things.
And after that, to see love compared to rape and murder, the way my pastor compared it to pedophilia...
Well, I guess I cried a little bit.
But that's a secret.
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