“Dad might think being gay is a sin, but he sees it more as a sign of human weakness, not Satanic interference. At least, I don’t think he does. I figure it’s between me and the Big Guy upstairs. We used to go to church a lot, and I never heard on word to make me think I’m some sort of adbomination. If God is in fact responsible for creating me, He made me just how He wants me. And if He loved every bit of his handiwork, He loves me. And if all that is nothing more than mythology, what harm is there in believing the stories anyway? When I pray- or meditate, or consider the universe, whatever you want to call it- I find comfort. Self-acceptance. Understanding, at least in some world.”