There was a moment when your parents put you down, and never picked you back up
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Dear Followers,
This isn’t an easy letter to write, but it’s a necessary one all the same. Please read through the whole thing in its entirety before passing judgment. What I’m about to say will upset the majority of you, but that’s the price of honesty I suppose.
As of today, this blog is no longer a) active for any length of time and b) no longer pro LGBTQ+. I realize this may be shocking to some of you, but at the same time I have to be honest with you guys.
I’m gonna start out explaining the second point because it directly correlates with the first, so here goes nothing.
You guys may/may not have known this but I am a Christian. I attend a Lutheran school that I absolutely love and enjoy immensely. Over the summer I lost my way and lost sight of what’s truly important in life which is having a loving,real relationship with God. Getting to know Him and His Word better so that I can become a better person.
I can’t belong to God and to the world at the same time. I can’t be walking in a pride parade one day and attending church the next. It doesn’t work like that. It just doesn’t.
Now I have to choose. Between a short amount of pleasure and enjoyment while I’m on this Earth, or an eternity of paradise with God in Heaven. I choose the latter.
Being a Christian means that I can’t be pro LGBTQ+ at the same time, as I previously stated.
I do believe that people can be born with same sex attraction, but I do not support same sex relationships or same sex marriages any longer. I don’t believe you should lose your job/housing or something that you are born with, but I do not support same sex spouses getting equal benefits and rights. It’s against God’s Law and against what He wants for us.
I do not support abortion.
Tumblr is very pro LGBTQ+ and that’s why I’m no longer active.
I encourage you guys to become Christians. Go to a Sunday service at a local church. Talk to a pastor. (Try to join a LCMS church if you can. We are the most accurate at following the Bible.)
It’s been a great run.
~ undefinedbywords01
Choices We Make, Secrets We Keep- Introduction
Hurriedly, we dressed in the well-lit room without speaking. I pulled my thick mane of chocolate colored hair into a high ponytail, while she wasted precious seconds curling hers into loose waves. I sprayed perfume all over my body, while she did her makeup. We switched then, and glanced in the mirror once more, before leaving.
The car’s vinyl seats felt cold against my tanned skin. I shivered, and flicked on the heat. The car’s atmosphere was fraught with tension, nervousness and anxiety thick in the air.
“You know the plan, right?” She questioned, gaze affixed on the road.
“Correct.” I confirmed, tapping a long nail against the dashboard.
“I hate that we do this.” She muttered.
“Me too.”
Two guys, broad shouldered with cigarettes tucked in the corners of their mouths, stood under the streetlight marked with a green ribbon. Customers, I thought, as I slid out of the car.
“You boys looking for something?” Jamie called out, a flirtatious smile plastered onto her face. I casually leaned against the car while she strode over to them. One of them, a middle aged guy with blonde hair and fair skin, gazed at me, while she explained our deal, gesturing to me several times.
She stopped soon after. Blondie nodded once, and staggered over to me, swaying slightly.
“Your friend,” he gestured to Jamie, “ says you can give me a good time.”
The scent of alcohol was heavy on his breath. I wanted to vomit.
“Maybe. For the right price, of course.” I stated, reaching a finger out and dragging it down his shirt slowly.
“I think we can arrange something, that will mutually benefit the both of us, don’t you?” He inquired.
“Let’s talk price then.” I told him with a smile my heart wasn’t in.
*three hours later*
Exhausted, I slid into the passenger’s side and slammed the door. Jamie climbed in as well, and leaned her head against the window. We both just rested for a moment, the emotional toll of the things we did weighing strongly on the both of us.
“How much did you make?” She asked.
I pulled the money out of the pocket of my leather jacket and counted.
“$350.” I responded.
She nodded once, before responding in kind.
“$300.” Jamie muttered.
She started the car and drove out of the filthy alley, makeup smeared around her eyes. I undid my ponytail and raked my fingers through my hair. Worry gnawed at me about the potential consequences if we ever got caught. I shut my eyes and prayed to a God I didn’t believe in that that would never happen.
Warm air rushes over me as I step out of the cool building and into the midday summer sun. For a moment I pause and inhale the fresh air, the scent of flowers and promises carried on the wind. Summer here has always smelled this way, and I secretly hope it never changes.
My car is uncomfortably hot when I slide inside, heat not dispelling even when I flick on the A/C. Reluctantly, I roll down the pristine windows and pray they don’t get stuck like last time. The repair bill had put a sizable dent in my plans.
Impulsively, I pull into the Subway drive-through and purchase lunch, intending to take it back to the house. This is a rare luxury, a reward for years of dedication and hard work, a dream finally realized. I smile broadly and turn up the radio to Fall Out Radio, newfound excitement coursing through me at the wonder of reaching a childhood goal.
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