LGBT

Jesus hates fags, but His freaks love me

By Ann Ivins

“Can I take a picture of your sign?”

“Whose side are you on?”

“God’s side.”

I believe I am.

“Bless you, sister. Here.”

He maneuvered the sign according to my directions, forgave my lamentable awkwardness with a camera and asked me where I was from. Then he hugged me. I think I felt something wet on my cheek. I’m praying it’s not what I thought it was.

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  1. This is a short article that I happened on elsewhere.
    I will say this;

    Just as there are different pebbles you find on your walks
    there will be different religious beliefs of people
    that somehow have founded those beliefs by
    looking at one facet of a diamond
    that they have happened upon
    along their walks.