Ronnie Paris should be playing with his friends right now.  Ronnie Paris should be cradled in his mother's arms during a thunder storm.  Ronnie Paris should be smearing ice cream all over his face as he tries to eat a cone.  Ronnie Paris should be alive. 

The 3 year old child was beaten to death by his father, because his father thought the child was gay.  "He didn't want him to be a sissy" was the defence from a Bible-study colleague of the father's. 

Dont believe me? http://www.gay.com/news/article.html?2005/07/14/3

FUCK I HATE RELIGION!  Can anyone tell me any good that's come from it?  Please, I beg you!

wow, camping rocked! wish i had brought a camera, to capture all those wonderful memories of fire, and drinking, and smoking up (FIRST TIME I EVER DID IT! YAAAAAAAAAAAY) and great food (love me my veggies) and the sex with jamie in the tent, or wait...what?

chilling with peter was great, havent talked to that dude in a long time, still funny as fuck! and bonded with other great and marvelous people, like christine and jay v, all in all, superb trip, just wished it was a litter farther away from a major city, sorta ruins the mood when canadian tire and second cup are a 5 min drive away.

but what else? my aunt from poland, my mom's oldest sister (she's 74!, she was getting married when my mom was born!) is coming for a 3 month visit, i'm really excited.  ive only met my mom's side of the family ONCE, when i was in grade 2, so this is gonna be interesting. 

and here comes the shout out to my brudda from anotha mutha, brendan "i have a small penis" polley, thanks bro for your kind words to my last entry, i wont give up on my mom, but it's hard when she jokingly calls a co-worker a "queer" for the faux-hawk he decided to sport and then gets you to try and laugh at her joke or randomly says "i believe prayer works, for everything darciu (darchu to you anglophones), EVERYTHING"

christ, why couldnt we all just be atheists? stupid god, why do you have to exist?

Why religion is evil.

“A family that prays together stays together”.Simple saying I’m sure a lot of people have heard.First time I heard it was from my best friend Jen, after she was having a small dilemma with her faith and family.I can’t really remember the details of what was going on, but it was resolved quickly.I look back on this saying and see how cold it feels; how wrong it feels to say it.I wonder how many people that claim to live by this saying (don’t worry jenga, not saying you do) know what it’s like to come out to their family?

Lemme make something perfectly clear here, I am a momma’s boy.My mom tells me jump, I not only say how high, I would ask with how many legs.She is my best friend in the entire world and thought she thought the same of me.Another thing I need to explain to anyone who reads this (maybe more than Janey and Jen this time? LOL) is that most gay males are momma’s boys, I would guess somewhere in the 80% of gay men are closer to their mothers than their fathers.We do not give two shits if our fathers beat the hell out of us after we come out to them, if our fathers kick us out of the house or if they make living in their house a living hell – all we care about is that our mothers will look at us exactly as they did when we were born after we utter “Mom, I’m gay” to them; perfect.There is such a thing as perfection, my mom told me I was perfect and that’s why it’s so hard to accept that I’m gay.

Hope.A VERY strong part of religion.Hope there’s an afterlife, hope that a shitty life wont be so shitty, hope that this plan of your life turns out to kick ass.It’s also that sneaky conniving little bitch that ruins lives.It’s that small glimmer of hope that every gay man has that puts his logic, intelligence and common sense on hold.It’s your mom asking you to help prepare the meal or to accompany her shopping because she trusts your fashion sense or to ask you which actor you think is the most attractive.It’s these and a number of things that makes any gay man think “SHE KNOWS!! SHE HAS TO KNOW! WHY ELSE?! AND IF SHE KNOWS, SHE MUST NOT CARE!!” because you’re still in your home, right?Your mom is not degrading you, right?This hope grows despite all the other things you’ve heard, “gays are just greedy” or “I don’t know what I would do if one of you turned out to be gay”.But those don’t matter, hope gives you that strength to push onward, it will bring an atheist to his knees praying to a god he doesn’t believe in, begging him to make his mother not care, because he’s gonna get up and walk down those stairs, and tell his mom he’s gay.Hope is a lie.

So where is religion in all of this?Why is it evil?Surely my opinion is biased.Nope, it’s not.My mom, being the mother she was, seeing how distraught I was seconds before I uttered those three words that would change our lives, asked me first “whose pregnant?” followed by “or are you sick?”Up to the millisecond, my mom was a total mother, looking out for me, making sure I was ok.But the moment I said,“Mama, I’m gay” followed by me convulsing, nearly collapsing, followed by me asking “do you still love me?”she sat down and said “of course I do, but this is something we’re just gonna have to deal with”.It’s her religion that prevents her from seeing me as that dark hair baby, her last child that she would ever have, and instead sees her child as sick.It’s religion that prevented her from stopping me ask that ridiculous question “do you still love me?” and embracing me with the strongest hug she could muster, and telling me, without me asking, that she loves me.It’s religion that holds that prejudice in her heart, the same heart that I would hear and use to drown out any noise while she fed me as an infant.It’s religion that has masked my mother’s eyes and told her I’m not allowed to be happy.It’s religion that tells her I’m someone different now.It’s religion that causes her to forget that I was once inside her, that I was physically a part of her.It’s religion that has taken my mother from me and now with hope gone, and my logic and intelligence coming back to me – it’s religion that’s evil.

Ok, so the name has been decided...

My soon-to-be-owned hamster will be named....

MR. PORKY!!!

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