Dan Howell
"Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is an abomination."
The preacher's voice rang across the room. I highlighted the verse in my personal bible, going as far as to underline it in blue ink. I would never use red, as it represented blood, which would never come near my holy book. I highlighted all sins in my bible, so as to avoid them. On the side, I neatly wrote "Homosexuality is a sin" to remind myself. Service ended and as I exited the church, I mimed the symbol of a cross upon my chest, then ran a hand through my curly chestnut hair. I thought a silent prayer and left, walking towards my car. There, I saw the local deviant. Phil Lester. He had snakebites and a blue fringe. An industrial bar ran through his ear. Everything about him screamed sin.
"What do you want Phil? I'm kinda busy" I fumbled with the cross necklace around my neck.
"Just wanted to see how my favorite contradiction is doing, that's all." He smirked and looked me up and down as if to confirm his point. I knew what he meant. My wardrobe consisted of pale pinks and blues, and my makeup collection was enormous. My mother hated it, and my father left because of it. I couldn't help that I liked to present myself this way. I never understood that. I never participated in the sin of same-sex relationships, so why did it matter. Presentation of oneself couldn't hurt, could it?
"I'm not gay Phil. Unlike you, I care about where I'm gonna spend eternity." I pushed past him and got in my car, driving away. Why did he have to choose me to torment? I made a silent prayer as I went on my way.
