Soul Train

They’re reading Bibles, Torahs, Qur’ans, self-help books—the train is full of gods. It’s nostalgic. I was once a devotee of the god of the United Methodist Church, until I realized this god I was taught to believe in had no interest in listening to people like me.

It’s just as well. Letting go of faith—or killing it altogether—that’s the surest way to vanquish guilt and reach happiness. Every so often a person with a motherly quality comes along and tries to convince me that their god doesn't care that I am gay and is in fact my biggest supporter, yet these believers would sit in ceremonies listening to ministers and priests lassoing queers with the same threads of salvation as drug addicts and thieves. When pressed, they respond that they believe something different from what the leader of their faith believes. “Then, do you truly believe in the same god as your church?” I ask, while thinking fucking hyppocrite.

I will believe in no god who does not believe in me.