Tweets - April 7th - Fags and Prayer

"Who among you who, when his son asks for a loaf, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, he will not give him a snake, will he? If you know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give what is good to those who ask." Matthew 7

Something here is amiss. I remember when I was a teenager, I pleaded to the Lord to let me find pleasure in looking at a nice pair of perky tits. I begged and prayed and begged.

God loves me right? And if God loves me, then God wouldn't want me to burn eternally in the fiery pits of hell, right? It's fair to think that God, who loves me deeply, would put great effort into ensuring something this atrocious would never happen to me, right?

God wouldn't want to kick the door in while I had some guys cock in my mouth; so it only makes sense that God would want me to smile while having some girl's dripping-wet vagina in my face.

God has no problem making ax heads float or forcing virgins girls to have babies, surely God could snap his fingers and make me straight. At least, it would be one reason I didn't go to hell, one check mark in the list of things I wouldn't have to be concerned with.

I'd be like a delightful straight man who enjoys motorboating women. But alas, God refused to give me a fish and instead, gave me a snake.

If God gives me a snake, even though I prayed for a fish, and then God sends me to hell because I made do with the snake that God gave me, is it still my choice to go to hell? You're damn straight it is!

I could have forced myself to motorboat women. I could have forced a smile on my face when a dripping wet cooch was merely inches from my lips.

I may not have liked any of it, but I could have chosen to do it, and that's what matters most, right? Not honesty, not being honest with myself, not being honest about what I see God doing, not being honest about the way God treats me, but choosing to do what prophets commanded.