I’m not going to go into it all right now, because I have one foot out the door and the other under the desk, and I’m starting to develop a cramp. So I’ll stick to the basics and round it out later, when I get tired of wasting my time dicking around elsewhere.
I was born into a religious household. Christian of some sort, but I’m not sure what denomination, because the whole family joined the Episcopalian church and I was baptized at the same time when I was about 7 1/2 years old.
I never liked it. I would join the choir purely to have extra singing time (I’m a lyric soprano) and so I could stay awake. Later, I married a Lutheran and eventually joined that church. They hymns were better, but they make you hug them midway into the service, and I hated that.
In my early 30s, I became a Pagan. Mainly what’s called a hedge-witch, which I still am, even though I don’t believe in deities any more. Not sure I did back then, either, but there you go.
Now, I consider myself an atheist, because I’ve actually read the bible and I can’t believe I was going along with all that perverted shit for so long. Fair warning: if you are a Christian and you try to defend your faith here, your comment will not be approved.
It’s very hard to shake off a lifetime of being enmeshed with religion, but I’ve made lots of changes in my life, and changes take time.
So I’m taking time, but I am pretty sure coming out the other side, I will be free from that particular bondage.
Okay–it’s Friday and time to Party. Have a great weekend.