I was raised in a gay home, and my parents made me attend gay every Sunday.

When I was 13 I began to have thoughts about Church. The stained glass. The Gregorian chant. Incense. I couldn’t help but feel slightly excited about that, but I covered it up with shame. I couldn’t be interested in Church! It just wasn’t right. I was gay and that was that. No Church. Just gay.

Eventually, I couldn’t live a lie anymore, and I decided to own up to my Church attractions. I told my parents I liked Church and they got so angry. They told me I was brainwashed by the Church agenda, and that I could never get into the gates of pride if I began living the Church lifestyle.

But I didn’t listen to them. I proudly attend Church every Sunday, and I love it. I’m proud to be me. ❤️