We are persecuted, and yes, our lives would be easier if we weren’t different, but this wasn’t our choice.  Some can’t be indoctrinated and some prefer their same sex.  They hurt no one.  But non-believers are thrilled that they don’t have to worship deities as if they’re still in the middle ages, and homosexuals have no problem with their sexuality.  No one’s getting hurt by our being who we are, and the only ones with a problem are the ones who think they rule the moral high grounds.  and the ironic part is that the only ones who despise us are the ones problems are with the people who are told to love one another.

 

We like the part of us that can’t be changed.  And if I end up suddenly worshipping a religion, call the police because I’ve been brainwashed.  We’re being hunted because we scare the cult religions.  When the way you grow your flock is through indoctrination, that growth has to be maintained.  It’s like anti-rejection medicine.  Your mind knows that your indoctrination is a foreign entity just as the body recognizes an imposter.  It’s unnatural.  You’re pulled back in by fear and guilt and are never given a chance to question.  Losing faith is what happens when you start to question.  Your religion will never allow that to happen.  Losing faith is actually healing from indoctrination.  If you let it play out, the church will slowly lose its hold on you.

 

Try to eradicate us, but we’re happy with who we are.  And we don’t need top ups to stay happy.  We hate the way we’re treated though, and who wouldn’t?

 

I speculate though.  I ‘sci-fi’ my ideas on life and death, and get to change them on whim.

 

Get out of our way.  We’re the ones who can make things better because we’re not doing it for anyone but us … no god.

 

She had the opportunity to explain herself, since she knew I wasn’t going.  That’s because she knows I’m right.  I would like to think that my friend explained to the others what really happened, and how hurt I was.  They all went, expect for the two of us.  I would like to think that they chose me, but don’t expect them to.

 

I just realized that most mothers are empathic.