Since the age of 12, I’ve realized I was an atheist.  It wasn’t very hard to figure out that what I had been told just didn’t make sense.  We attended several different churches over the years, and all of them taught variations on the same story, all proclaiming, of course, that they were the one true way to “Heaven”. Over the years since I’ve been called various names for being an atheist. Some were voiced politely, some not. I long ago learned to ignore most of the comments, and only discuss the subject with people who are interested in a calm, rational, intelligent conversation.

What’s funny is the similarities and differences in reactions from people, when they find out I”m an atheist, I’m gay, or both.  I had an experience just today that is kind of amusing, but sad at the same time.

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