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Today I phoned my Mom to ask about something. It was okay, at first. She answered my first question, but then... *sigh* Apparently she thinks being gay isn't normal, and that it's a bad choice I made. She thinks I'm going to Hell. And maybe I am, but I don't want her to think that. I don't even want her to believe in God! But she does, and it's really annoying. She's switched faiths and now she's a Christian. Tch, she lets Rachel read David the Bible! Now he's going to roam about and recite verses to people who hate him. He's going to be one of those annoying hick zealots that run about trying to save people. Ew, he's probably going to get into Christian rock. But, my Mom is convinced that I'm doomed and she loves me anyway. David, not that I want his love, will probably hate me. Or not, I don't really care. It's just weird that my Mom doesn't have the attitude about me that I expected her to. For some reason I wanted her to think exactly what I think about me and my gayness. But no, she thinks the idea of environment and genes contributing to my homosexuality is idiotic. One day I will take over God's role and change things around.