When my kids were growing up, Mr. Rogers was a nice guy on TV. I enjoyed the times we watched his show, because it didn’t grate on my nerves like some of them. It is only recently that I have begun to encounter further insight to who he was as a person. (Usually I don’t want … Continue reading
To be honest, I’m not one for labels these days. Even those I apply to myself are held loosely because I’ve realized that, while I am very like many people in so many ways, I am always, always somehow different as well. And for obvious reasons a label will blind others to that fact. I know how … Continue reading
I ask myself, “Who am I?” –impossible question! I wander, awaiting the answer that will crystallize existence and freeze it into a form that I can keep in my pocket and know completely. How large is my pocket? – Mere Dreamer Read the rest at Love ≠ Love: Who am I?.
A distant relative is slipping into a cult … or maybe designing his own. All I know is the relational waves are so fierce they’ve reached my little haven. The cult I grew up in … and the cult I attended for all those years before they evicted me both had a better facade. I am curious … Continue reading
“I guess … I can’t imagine a God who is big enough to keep everything running, and who promises it will turn out good, being out maneuvered. So … that presence is there even in the people who don’t have … an obvious light. How can I say it … it drips through even the … Continue reading
To be honest, sex scares me. First I grew up within a twisted religious structure that caused me to worry when my father hugged me, because “All men think that way. They can’t help it.” And then I jumped right into a marriage based on rape and control, (thinking it was love) because “All men think that … Continue reading
There is something about a framework of walls that makes a lot of people-of-faith comfortable, as if they are where they’re supposed to be. But that comfort seems so deceptive to me now that I’ve been evicted. Back when I was inside those walls, I wasn’t developing or growing much. If anything, the teachings I … Continue reading
I avoid talking about faith with my parents now, because my view of God makes them fearful. I’ve gone from being “practically a saint” in their eyes to someone whose salvation they just might have to question if I go too far … and all because I don’t buy into the church approach to viewing God … Continue reading
Pride is neither the ability to see what others wish you hadn’t noticed, nor is it refusing to lie about your beliefs when others demand it of you. I was done with pretending to agree with things I had long considered to be supposition. I wanted to test what I understood to be true by … Continue reading
When I realized how much religious pressure and brainwashing I’d gone through growing up, I had to test a lot of assumptions. One … am I really straight? Now, I assume I’d have noticed if I were lesbian … but it was possible I might be bi without letting myself notice. It is with great interest … Continue reading
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