aedara

Reading someone's journal entry about their teenage rejection of their parents religion and the exploration of their own left me pondering the decisions we all make. As a teenager I declared myself to be a pagan bisexual, much to my mother's horror. It's been almost a decade and I'm in a new age bracket, and that label still stands strong. My mother claimed it was just to upset her. I wondered about the truth of that at the time, but it seems to have been patently untrue. My father asserted that he had known since I was little, and he had, before I did actually. I think both of these things are merely reflections of, but not entirely relegated to, my hedonistic nature. I see no reason to limit your pleasure and possibilities of love and joy by excluding half the population. And I am not sufficiently scared by organized religion to vouchsafe either my time or money to them. Why should I when their are so many more enjoyable things to do?