To the man standing on the corner holding the sign that said
“God hates faggots.”

I’ve never seen,
who it is that you paperclip your knees,
meld your hands together and pray to
But I think I know what he looks like:

I bet your God is about 5’10”.
I bet he weighs 185.
Probably stands the way a high school diploma does when it’s next to a GED.
I bet your god has a mullet.
I bet he wears flannel shirts with no sleeves,
a fanny pack
and says words like “getrdun.”
I bet your god—I bet your god—I bet your god watches FOX news,
Dog the Bounty Hunter, voted for John McCain, and loves Bill O’Reilly.
I bet your god lives in Arizona.

I bet his high school served racism in the cafeteria
and offered “hate speech” as a second language.
I bet he has a swastika inside of his throat,
and racial slurs tattooed to his tongue
just to make intolerance more comfortable in his mouth.
I bet he has a burning cross as a middle finger and Jim Crow underneath his nails.

Your god is a confederate flags wet dream
conceived on a day when the sky decided to slice her own wrists,
I bet your god has a drinking problem.
I bet he sees the bottom of the shot glass more often than his own children.
I bet he pours whiskey on his dreams until they taste like good ideas,

Probably cusses like an electric guitar with Tourette’s plugged into an ocean.
I bet he yells like a schizophrenic nail gun,
damaging all things that care about him enough to get close.

I bet there are angels in Heaven with black eyes and broken halos
who claimed they fell down the stairs.

I bet your god would’ve made Eve without a mouth
and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine
that she will never ever ever be pretty enough to be in.

Sooner or later you will realize that you are praying to your own shadow,
that you are standing in front of mirrors and are worshipping your own reflection.
Your God stole my god’s identity and I bet he’s buying pieces of heaven on eBay.

So next time you bend your knees,
next time you bow your head
I want you to
tell your god—
that my god
is looking for him.

Rudy Francisco, Your God (via cloudyskiesandcatharsis)

—My competition was this weekend. I did terribly.
—I still had fun.
—I had a second date with Cactus guy. Also boring.
—It ended with an awkward hug.
—He tried to touch my arm and I recoiled from him. This is something I do a lot.
—He is still dealing with guilt about not being a virgin. And having also grown up in a Christian household I can understand that. But he is 26. I am more than a hymen.
—He said he would text me, but he has not and I am relieved.
—Tomorrow I start training for the World Wide Open.



What Really Happened in the Congo: Belgium’s ‘Heart of Darkness’

Leopold famously said when he was forced to hand over the Congo Free State to the Belgian nation: “I will give them my Congo but they have no right to know what I have done there,” and proceeded to burn archives.

Did y’all know about this?

You know what’s “wrong” with most countries in Africa? Europe went in and screwed everything up with greed and inhuman behavior.