It's a new year and Louisiana Words turns 10 years old! Our first live show will be held on Sunday, February 26th @ 6:30pm at The Allways Lounge & Cabaret in New Orleans. The show has been casted and we're setting up open mics. If you are interested in reading at our next live show, please contact creator, Louis Toliver Jr, at louisianawords@gmail.com or feel free to message Louisiana Words on Facebook and Instagram (louisianawords1). Hurry and sign up before we run out of spots!
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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