u/Father-Habit

We're gonna love each other, help the needy, and be gay as fuck.

Regardless of the nature of our creation, you're my family, and I love you dearly. The pain of the world is so overwhelming and I can't handle my family's suffering anymore.

At the end of all things the Lord will thank the righteous for when he was needy they fed him, clothed him, housed him, and cared for him. The holy ones will cry out "Lord, when did we do these things for you?" And the Lord will reply, "When you helped the lowest, you helped me." (Matthew 25:35-40) Hallelujah <3

Lames can't handle the heat I bring to the kitchen umu which is obviously okay because everyone has personal preferences and tolerances 👍 I'm just bored and wanna say crazy shit to some pipsqueak that breaks his brain :3 God forbid a man have a hobby

I don't agree with all of Paul's teachings but he was cooking with these.

I hate how idle the fear has made me. I feel called by God to become a priest and to work towards mending the wounds that my fellow Christians have inflicted, especially on the LGBT community. To be honest I'd be less stressed defusing a bomb lmao.

Becoming a respected priest alone requires an infinite amount of patience, study, and work; but because of the work I want to do I'm going to be faced with constant pushback and outright hate. I already get ostrisized by both religious and lgbt communities and individuals a lot, and it's incredibly isolating and painful. I don't know if I'm strong enough to survive a career of that.

But I love my siblings, and doing nothing while they get hurt and demonized makes me feel sick to my stomach. I have to do it; it's really not even a question. Doesn't make it any less scary ;w;

Attention is hella addicting y'all. My goofy ass is probably refreshing the post to watch the funny view number go up right now. Probably not a good trait to have as a priest but I'm working on it.

I still have like, a decade before I'm an actual priest since I'm only in training right now and I have a lot of other life stuff I'm sorting out before then. So I hope I can get over that nonsense by then.

In all fairness he was 100% my type so maybe God was just throwing me a bone lmao

Being a queer preacher is rough y'all. I get rejected from my lgbt and religious communities constantly because there's always some psycho who can't mind their business and has to start trouble with me over being in the other community. It always gets bad enough that if I don't self eject it'll cause in group drama and that's a whole mess.

Of course I know these are just a loud minority but I genuinely don't feel safe or accepted in any community because people can't put aside their own bias long enough to see me as a human being. Instead they'll just assume a million things about me (incorrectly) and then relentlessly harass me over it.

I'm always willing to have a good faith discussion with these folks but the goal is never actually understanding or open mindedness; they just want someone to dump all their vitriol onto and they decided that I'm a suitable target because I'm not part of their tribe or whatever.

I always try though. Maybe I'm dumb for that lol. I believe we're all children of creation, and regardless of the nature of that creation it makes you my family. I just wish we could all love each other like family is supposed to.

I'm sick of strangers demanding I justify my existence to them. I'm sick of people assuming things about me. I'm sick of people strawmanning me and my beliefs.

I get it from both of my communities so I never feel accepted anywhere, and even the few lgbt christian communities I do have constantly get attacked by psychos, so I'm not even fully safe there.

I know people have been indoctrinated and I know people have trauma. In no world does that justify treating me like I'm not human; especially when you're just assuming shit about me in the first place.

I ended up leaving early cuz my mental health was doing very poorly among other reasons. I pray that they're in peace now, and that their friends and family heal from their grief.

I won't describe it cuz it'd be unnecessary but it was a particularly gruesome way to go and I can't stop thinking about it. I feel sick, physically and spiritually. Given where it happened there's a non-zero chance they were one of my coworkers.

The whole event has stirred up a lot of thoughts, feelings, and memories for me. I feel like I should have more profound results than I do though. Life just kinda be like that sometimes.

Stay safe y'all, tell your friends and family that you love them. You'll never know when it's your last chance to.

Shit's gonna get way worse before it gets better and I want to escape into the woods before it's too late. We're gonna grow weed, kiss boys, and praise the Lord uwu

Proverbs 6:16-19

I'm mentally ill and I flirt with cute guys as a coping mechanism.