i think i’d have to write that religion is a tradition i have not kept. i was raised roman catholic and it was sometime after the priest kept saying, “homosexuals will burn in hell” and my religion teacher telling me that i was “being used as a vessel of evil to destroy your family” that i became a little disillusioned with this particular tradition.
i think the ritual of religion, the meaning we place in repetitive acts and phrases and songs is beautiful. but i can’t ignore the hurt it caused to not just me but millions of other people. it’s not something i could continue doing in good conscience.
i remember i spent many years online trying to explain my faith to people. but it was really a way to try and explain to myself why i kept going back to a thing that hurt me.
sometimes bad things are just wrapped up in sparkly gift bags with lots of tissue paper, i guess.
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