Jason Smith is extremely kind and I (Louis) had the pleasure of first meeting him a Ted Richard's house. I ran into him again and we started discussing writing and he told me he had written something in regards World Aids Days. I wanted to get Jason on the blog and told him that I would be glad to share this because being concerned with community issues that effect everyone is welcome any day. We don't have to wait until December 1st to spread awareness. Hopefully, Jason plans on continuing his voice. We are thankful to have someone else opening our eyes with their words.
It’s forgettable- the number of times I was called a “fucking faggot” as a kid. As a former child of god, I wasn’t expected to know what those words meant. I was taught that repentance was vital to achieving everlasting life. My momma made me go to church every Sunday. I said my prayers as I was told. But I eventually learned that Catholicism was never my sanctuary. Christianity was never my safe-haven. God never stopped the cheap shots. He never once prevented the harassment or pure embarrassment that I felt from the words of my “kin in Christ.” Now, picture me- a helpless faggot, blinded by the incandescent lights of an old catholic church. I was home from college spending Spring Break in my former hellscape. So, naturally, my momma yet again made me go to church. This time, on a Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday. When I was among the folks from home, I felt out of place. So much that I’d imagine camouflaging myself. Like saber-tooth in hiding. But the difference? I had a far mo...
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