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Original - Misc › Non-Fiction/True Stories/Autobiographical
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
915
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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explaining
Okay, there have been some questions as to what religion I am because of what I wrote the last time. I am, in fact, Christian, and have no problem with Christian people in general. I just don’t like it when people use they’re religion as an excuse to tell people that they are going to hell because they are doing something they feel is wrong. I don’t believe that that is right.
The only person who has the right to tell me that I’m wrong is God, not some stuck up, bible thumping bitch that thinks they’re better than everyone else. I do not need to explain my actions or beliefs to anyone but Him, and if they don’t like it, to bad for them. I don’t tell them how to live their lives, and I don’t need them to tell me how to live mine.
I am not gay; I just don’t see anything wrong if people want to be gay. I have many gay and bi friends, and I love them just as much as my strait friends.
Oh, and Tommy and Michael aren’t my friends’ real names. I made them up. Someone asked me about that too. I would never put real names up where my mother could read them. She would kill me if she found out I was friends with people who were gay, and she always reads the things I write, even though I tell her not too.
That’s all I have to add. Nothing to extreme this time, I just wanted to explain some things to the people who asked. Oh, and by the way, I’m prodestant. I belong to a Church of God. Someone asked me that too, I think.
The only person who has the right to tell me that I’m wrong is God, not some stuck up, bible thumping bitch that thinks they’re better than everyone else. I do not need to explain my actions or beliefs to anyone but Him, and if they don’t like it, to bad for them. I don’t tell them how to live their lives, and I don’t need them to tell me how to live mine.
I am not gay; I just don’t see anything wrong if people want to be gay. I have many gay and bi friends, and I love them just as much as my strait friends.
Oh, and Tommy and Michael aren’t my friends’ real names. I made them up. Someone asked me about that too. I would never put real names up where my mother could read them. She would kill me if she found out I was friends with people who were gay, and she always reads the things I write, even though I tell her not too.
That’s all I have to add. Nothing to extreme this time, I just wanted to explain some things to the people who asked. Oh, and by the way, I’m prodestant. I belong to a Church of God. Someone asked me that too, I think.