I don't need your old, tired male diety, or your dead piety, Shalom, so please don't preach to me. I have my own religious beliefs, and they are as valid as yours. What on earth gives you the right to judge me, to hold yourself morally superior? I find my pleasure not in words, but in the ocean, playing with my child, planting flowers, making wild passionate love. Life right now, the moment, is all we have, and it is enough for me. That is all that is given.
And I don't really mean that a friend of the devil is a friend of mine, either, I just mean that the dark side of the human spirit makes it rich, makes it intense, makes life worth living. Who are you to decide what is right? The struggles in our souls over fidelity and sobriety, the questions we ask ourselves, our own final decisions about what is moral, ethical or real--these things make our lives have dimensions I don't think you've ever experienced, and I think you are lost in words, not life at all.
Why do I have to be a thread terrorist to even post here? Who says Christianity is the answer? You? Who made you God here? Where is the Goddess? Who says what is real?
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