Clear mind, clean hands.

In the recent past I have been on the fence when it has come to my faith; I am not prepared to jump on the Jesus bus to the big Super 8 in the sky, and frankly I’m tired of being disappointed by organised religion. I am a bisexual male, this means I can have as much intimacy in a relationship with a male as I can with a female. It doesn’t matter who you get into bed with; whether you are gay straight or obtuse, love is more than skin deep and sexuality should be an extension of that love, not a tool meant only for heterosexual couples to makes babies. So from this point on (or from the point of this morning at 3am on) I’ll put my faith into acceptance. I accept that love is more than the act of sex alone, no man or woman should be judged by who they wish to love.

Finally my mind is clear; I know where I stand and my hands are clean, clean of the ignorant hypocrisy that tells me I’m going to hell if I love a man like I should love a woman. I will tolerate your hate because I accept that your faith tells you to remain in the dark, accepting change is a sin after all; but I am not a part of your hate. My hands are clean.