Growing up religious and being queer
Eat, Pray, Sleep had been my routine for years. Praying to an invisible God and telling Him all my problems whilst silently hoping that He would get rid of my queerness. “They’re sinners who are going to Hell. Don’t get involved in that” My mother would say to me every time i asked about homosexuals unaware that her own daughter was a part of that very group that she had condemned to Hell. Every day was spent in fear of being punished for something i didn’t ask nor wanted to feel. Beautiful nights were constantly spent with me praying to this unseen God hoping that He would make me like the rest, hoping in the morning I’ll wake up attracted to Men. “I’m going to stone all of them, ” He said, while the rest of my classmates laughed. I looked up and thought to myself “Oh Lord, why did you have to make me queer, knowing that everyone around me including you hates me for existing”. Every time I had asked Him why He would do this to me, the answer was always the same thing, silence, pure silence. I repetitively wondered “Why do i have to choose between God, the man who i have been taught from the beginning of life to obey and believe in, so i may avoid damnation or my happiness”.
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