My Scar "Mommy, I've killed God." You wanted a scar; there it is, plain as day (no two-level, deep meanings attached). My scar isn't external, nor, do I suppose, is it internal. Heck, I don't know what it is but all my life I know it's been my scar, my burden. I have a problem with Christianity. But I don't show disrespect to those who choose to follow it (unless they try to impose their …showed first 75 words of 736 total…

…showed last 75 words of 736 total…transcends gender. God doesn't like this, if you're gay, you're not going to heaven. So children repeat after me; 'God is a homophobe'. I've not even scratched the surface yet, but surely you can already see why I've killed God. Maybe you've begun to understand a modicum of the torment I feel. The blasted torment that I have to carry as a scar on myself for the rest of my life. See you in hell.*