The Requisite of Paradise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

What are the requisite of paradise?

The Requisites of Paradise For many years, my parents had made me pray to a God up in heaven somewhere. I would get up early every Sunday morning to pray to him and beg him for forgiveness and to please send my soul to heaven when my turn came to die. This morning was as typical as all of the Sunday mornings; I woke up tired of watching movies the whole night my head exploding at the wailing and the screaming of my mother that yelled that I needed to devote myself to Christ if I didn’t want to burn in a lake of fire with Satan. That I needed to go to church, Jesus house, to pray and glorify him because that was one of the requisites to enter paradise; To me Jesus sounded like something taken of some mythology book, like a Greek God, like a Zeus. How could it be that in the 21st century we still believed in something we didn’t see? I bet that not even Jesus woke up that early to hear the bewailing of Jesus-freaks and the words of a preacher that at time of prayer would be eyeing the pretty boys in church. I had heard not too long ago that the Altar boy got one of the girls pregnant and made her get an abortion. If God was as real as they made him sound then why didn’t he point him out just as he stood singing and crying at the sound of his name? If I was him, if I was God and had that kind of “divine” power I would have made his ding-a-ling fall to the ground while he gave the Eucharist too all these devoted fools. Mother would grab me by the ear to get my “body of Christ” and I would stare at the altar boy as he gave it to me and as he stared at the opening of my blouse. Really? That was what they called being a good Christian? Ogling all the girls at church, hiding a pregnancy, wow, Jesus must be a real God to allow that to happen. I had also heard that the priest was travesty for a couple of years and actually lived as a woman for a while, and then they still had the audacity to take me into church one day and “pray my gay away”. Man. If they knew the things I knew. Only if they knew that the preacher’s son that helped him cover me in that disgusting holy water was gayer than I was. I bet he wouldn’t tell that I had caught him going down on one of the guys in Church Camp and begged me not to tell anyone. As the priest held my head down, with his heavy sinful fat hand, I try to look at his son straight in the face. I dared him to touch me. I dared him to pour one more drop of holy water so I could tell everybody, everybody at church, even God that he was a mother-flying homosexual. He knew I would do it too. He backed away from me as far as possible. As soon as their throats were tired of mentioning God’s name, I cried. Fake cried of course and pretended I was touched by the hand of Jesus Christ, my savior, and that my soul was snatched from the hands of the devil and was back in the road to salvation and reform. Everyone clapped, every one amend, and sang to Jesus Christ. I couldn’t believe I had fooled them, I dried my tears and stared at the bloody God that looked down at me and I waited for him to strike me down with lightning for lying but he didn’t, instead my mother was asked by one of the ladies from church if I could accompany her to her house to help her with some activities she was planning for the next church gathering. We planned no activities at all and instead when her husband left we ended up having sex in her matrimonial bed. That holy water and all those prayers had done nothing to release the demons in my body; I was as gay as before. If I burned in a lake of fire with Satan someday I know I wouldn’t be the only one there. Many members of Gods “nations” would be roasting down with me. At least I was true to myself and didn’t pretend to be something I was not so I couldn’t possibly be as evil. They should have different levels of hell, just like an oven, low heat, medium heat, high roasting heat. Yeah. That would be really nice.


Submitted: November 17, 2010

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AziZoyYK

I really like your story.

Mon, December 6th, 2010 3:38pm

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