Are you afraid?
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no; i’m fucking livid.
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Are you afraid?
always
no; i’m fucking livid.
wild dogs know better than to trust.
wild dogs know not to
get comfortable
or complacent
or feel secure.
wild dogs know the ways of men.
wild dogs know people are fickle
and disloyal.
but their hands feel nice.
and their house is so warm.
and the food tastes like safety.
butt then the wild dog is alone again.
it gets to be sad for a second
just a second.
wild dogs figure out how to survive alone.
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If Jesus was born from a virgin birth, doesn’t that mean he has only an X chromosome. Wouldn’t that make him female?
Human sexuality is defined by the presence of a Y chromosome. So, Mary couldn’t have given Jesus a Y chromosome. Which means trans Jesus.
There are two courses of action for Christians here:
1) you must acknowledge that the Bible is not literal documentation and is thus subject to varied and arbitrary interpretation from person to person, which you cannot realistically base any measure of legislation from as it is entirely subjective.
2) you hold the Bible in its entirety as factual transcript. If this is the case, and you define sex as binary, then Jesus was a transboy.
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“I saw the sun in her eyes, even when the moon was out. And people would ask me all the time “how do you know you love her?” I’d reply, “How did I know I love her? How could I not?” I watched her talk about the things she loved, and I felt my heart start to race; her voice was sweeter than the taste of rain after three months of summer. She would talk about the bad things that happened to her and the chaos in her life but I couldn’t comprehend how the world could be so cruel to a girl like her. She was everything from my good days to getting me through my bad days; nonetheless she was apart of my everyday. she was my morning to my night. My every hour, my every minute, my every second. I knew I loved her from the moment I saw her.”
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