Little fish. Big pond. And all one wants to do is touch the boat. The only thing we have no clue about. Human nature at its finest. And then the adventure begins. Embrace the crazy. Love the unknown. And learn. For it was all worth nothing if you didn't learn. And when you only have sparring memories that come and go, waiting for the pearly gates, you'll realize one of two things. You made the only morbid thing we are given in this world the only thing worth living. And you screwed it all up. But who cares anyway, no one gets out alive.....
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...
Comments
Post a Comment