Out of every other crime against humanity that a big swathe of Christianity has committed, and let me be clear here when I say that it’s committed quite a few, I’ve got to say that its war against non-straight people Read more
(Before we get started, a bit of housekeeping–one of those Breatharians I mentioned a few posts ago decided to stop trying to photosynthesize and go back to semi-normal food. I’m sure we’re all shocked, given that her decision to starve Read more
The other day I got to watch a Christian speak with wide-eyed breathless earnestness about how he’d figured out how to follow Jesus in as Biblical a way as possible. Not stated but clearly implied was that everybody in the Read more
Well, that’s not too inflammatory of a title, is it? But it’s true. I’m glad he isn’t. And here is why. When I was a Christian, I thought of my god as my father–a far better one than the one Read more
I just want to get this out in the open: it’s going to be fun writing this post without using any expletives as I’m aware that some blog reader apps filter cuss words; if my longtime friends are reading this Read more
When I was a Christian, I not only firmly believed that I had a great and grand purpose in life, but that non-believers had no purpose at all. Let’s back up a minute and examine why I thought that, why Read more
ZOMG two posts in one day? I’m spoiling y’all! But this was on my mind. There’s a Connie Willis short story called “Even the Queen” wherein a group of women in the not-so-distant-future discuss menstruation at a ladies’ lunch. I Read more
No, really, that’s how I ended up re-joining the Pentecostal church. About six months after leaving fundamentalism the first time, my boyfriend at the time, Biff, went to a church service with the specific intention of trolling the Christians there Read more
Thankfully, after I’d fled Biff, I had a variety of online friends through the gaming community who offered me shelter. I chose the friend’s place that was furthest on the map from Biff that still spoke English: Vancouver, Canada. I Read more
When I was a Christian, I realized that my consent didn’t matter in the least about anything that happened to me. I didn’t own my own body–my father did until I got married, and at that point my husband would Read more