The Bi-Line

 Ever since I renounced my faith, in December of 2019, I've had a growing bitterness toward Christianity. I'm sure some of my social media friends and followers have noticed my blunt, and sometimes vulgar, attacks on Christianity. Many have written so-called "confessions" as ways to explain their religious journey. These are usually written in old age or during a time of fatal illness. I'm neither old nor, to my knowledge, fatally ill. My confession, religious Odyssey, or whatever you wish to call it comes at no time when such a thing would be expected. It was inspired by nothing more than the mere thought about confessions of such people as Tolstoy and Saint Augustine. Regardless, I'm writing it. Given my young age of 29 and 30 years (as this was written over the course of roughly a year), I likely have more time to grow in my beliefs. If such a thing happens, it's fine. I may add it to this, wherever it is that this writing ends up. This is merely a rant...

 My 20s began in the middle of my rebirth after months of self destruction and conspiracy. During that first year, things got weird. I got into enjoying pipe tobacco and cigars. A guy tried to murder me (shoutourt to Billy Prater for saving my life). I cosplayed for the first time. I really dug into the Power Rangers fandom (which brought me some interesting moments and friends.) I even started a Power Rangers fan page that would go on to get over 15K likes. It was crazy. That second year gave me the biggest change of my life, though. I flunked out of college again and moved to Southern California. At first, I didn't want to move. As you probably know, moving here is one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. The next year gave me my first real job. (I don't count the work study in college because I didn't really do anything.) I finally met my favorite author, Peter David. I cried when I told him how a comic or his helped save my life. My 4th year is when things start...

 So, life is weird. You can spend years defending an entire community with a near militant mindset, just to come to accept that you're not an ally but rather part of that community. Labels are crazy, so I've been struggling with them for years. It seems I've been struggling with it longer than I had thought. All the way back to when I was about 14 years old. It finally hit me a few days ago. My friend Mari posted a comic variant cover and I noticed that I was genuinely attracted to the person on the cover. So, I talked things through with my friend Sophia and she helped me. I finally accepted that I'm bisexual. I'm not into many guys. I'm mostly into women. Like WAY mostly. However, even being attracted to SOME guys means I'm not straight. I've looked at the terms of bi and pan and settled on bi as my term. So yeah...I'm not just bipolar, I'm also bisexual. I don't feel like I'm part of an oppressed community, but maybe the oppression is ...