Memory that my hellbrain wonāt let me forget:
One time I was sitting with a couple worldly friends, during my first week or two of college, it had already been established that I was a Christian, and one of them asked me if I believed that gay people would go to hell.
I tried to evade the question and I couldnāt, so finally I just said, āI canāt have this conversation.ā
And then he said, āwhy not?ā
He wouldnāt let it go. And I had no idea how to explain that my words were not free. I had no idea that he genuinely didnāt have the assumption that I was walking around as a full time professional representative of my parents/the church/God and had no control over that. I was mad that he would push me into a corner, and mad that he seemed to be judging me for things outside my control. I didnāt know I could leave. He didnāt know I couldnāt.
Anyway, Iām not straight. Or a Christian.

















