I had this all ready to go yesterday and I forgot to come back to post it.  I suppose my current fan base of myself will forgive this transgression once.   Haha. 

A little background: I grew up in an ultra-conservative family where my dad has been a minister at a small-town evangelical church for 40 years. I was homeschooled to shield me from “evil,” but even as a kid, I knew there was something about me that didn’t quite fit the mold. I was real gay. Terrified every day of my life, I prayed, cried, and tried so hard to “fix” myself—because that’s the only way I thought I could survive.  

When I left my parents, I also left the church. And while I’ll spare you the full deconstruction (it would make for a long blog or mini series), I started researching the world I had been shielded from. It was overwhelming at first—there was so much I didn’t know, so many perspectives I hadn’t considered. But over time, I found my footing. I even turned into a social butterfly (albeit one with an addictive personality—womp, womp).  

For years, I carried an immense amount of anger—at God, religion, and the people who seemed to represent both. I channeled all that rage into a book I called *Evil’s Religion*. Oh, it was a scorcher. Think 1,500 pages of unleashed fury, the kind that might make Holy Mary herself consider setting fire to a church.  

But as I sat with the book finished, I realized something: it wasn’t just anger fueling me. It was hurt, fear, and a desperate need to make sense of my experiences. I didn’t want my book to be another rant. I wanted it to be something people could connect with—something that made them think about how we treat each other as humans, regardless of belief or background.  

So, I tore the book apart. I trimmed it down to its heart and gave it a new purpose. The result is a book I’m proud of, the idea I was able to convey. 

After putting this book out in the world a huge realization set in.   Everything I struggle with thus fair in life is directly related to religion in some way. It took half a lifetime, and 1500 pages worth of rant, to allow myself to feel those scars, accept it, all of it. For the first time, I was able to withdraw some of that hate, observe it, and set it free.   Because of this book BBF (yep, just made that up), I was able to clear my soul, and sow words that mean something to me, words I don’t only carry around but words I try to own everyday.   Let’s be kind and give humanity a more loving future than we have today.  :) kkk bye