FAQ

How long have you been an Atheist?

Since October 26, 2006.  I was a Southern Baptist Christian before I left the faith.

How long have you been gay?

My whole life! ;-)  I came out as bisexual in 2004 and gay in 2005.

Are you sure you’re an Atheist?  There’s no such thing as Atheism.

I’m as sure that God does not exist as you are sure that Amon-Hotep doesn’t exist.  There is such a thing as Atheism and you’re one too… you just made one exception.

Why do you hate God?

Do you hate leprechauns?  Neither do I.  I don’t hate what doesn’t exist.  However, a griffin once kidnapped my mother and raped my father.  I hate griffins.

How did you lose your faith in God?

Literally, I just started thinking.  It didn’t take much to dump the whole “God thing” after my church life fell apart.  You can thank Rev. Kevin Meadows of Grandin Court Baptist Church in Roanoke, VA.

Do you regret becoming an Atheist?

No.  In fact, I regret not becoming an Atheist sooner!  Waiting until so late in my scholastic career to ditch the fundamentalism severely impaired my learning of the sciences.

Do you ever wish that you were wrong about Atheism?

If I’m wrong, there exists in this universe a being who, by his incompetence or cruelty, created a world of misery and hatred.  He then plucks us from that world on our deathbeds and flings us into fire and torture for eternity (which is a pretty damn long time) or into an equally tedious eternity of groveling and submission.  He decides where you go based on a set of impossible laws but won’t tell you which of the books of laws–or even which god or depiction or avatar of which god–is the right one.  You have to be lucky enough to be born into a place where you will adopt the right set of laws and then self-abusive enough to make your life miserable by following impossible laws before you are “rewarded” with an eternity of mindless ass-kissing.  I hope I am not wrong.  I do not want to live in a universe where death is not death:  It’s a doorway to suffering and tedium.

Being gay is a choice!

Right… I chose to be gay in Southwest Virginia.  I chose to be beaten at least once every six months for the past several years.  I chose to have a 10-pound bag of fertiliser dumped off of a staircase landing on me and my ex-boyfriend.  I chose to be ridiculed by my family.  I chose to be in a class of people that the average American still thinks its okay to discriminate against.  I also chose to be called a faggot, queer, homo, fudgepacker, queen and abomination almost every time I leave the house by the neighbourhood kids and some of their parents.  If you’re willing to believe all of that and still insist that I chose to be gay, I’m willing to punch you in the nuts.

Do you want to exchange links?  I’ll link to your blog if you link to mine!

I only link to blogs that I really like.  Very few of the people who ask to swap links with me have blogs that I would link.  A link on my part is a sign that I agree with your views and/or I am entertained by your writing.