Explicit Warning

I cannot read the Bible. I literally can’t (I’m taking that word back for myself ‘cuz there was nothing wrong with it. Try one pumpkin spice and everyone’s throwing up the same sentences – vague warning!). The Bible is in a language I don’t want to learn and uses archaic words.

Personally, Bible quotes can represent a slur to me – not callin’ anyone out. I’ll let you know. Remember who’s got the fucking wheel. And I hate slurs. Slurs are of a class of words to be shunned. The only class to be looked down upon.

Have I used a slur before? What do you think? Does it matter? I will tell you, I try not to use them now. I have felt guilt before. Many times. But I don’t go to confession. I don’t lay my heart bare if I don’t want to. You never know who could steal it.

Remember reality? Yes, there is one here, on the blogverse, and there is one where you’re typing your posts from. Which one matters more? Which one has more of an effect?

Life, and the blog, need explicit language. Not everyone understands implicitly. We don’t even speak the same language. Which is what I hope for my children: to speak one language with all – full of many parts of each.

I know, I’m writing too much, reading too much of my own stuff. But it’s really getting hot in here, and I have to take this shit off.