I know love exists.
I have seen love in this world, the great kind of love, the kind of love that sacrifices everything and still manages to grow. I have seen love encompass people and places and generations. I have seen love restore lives to wholeness, I have seen love change and mold and spin itself into something that subsumes all and becomes something new, something better , something that glitters like sunlight on metal and snatches away the breath of everyone who looks upon it.
In all these manifestations of love, I have seen the face of God.
So when something curls up from my gut, an empty echo, black ink swirlign through the clear water of my soul. When that something says to me that I am not worthy of love, I am not worth loving, I don’t deserve love—
—well. there you go. Demons, obviously.
Order of Santa Ignora 
Asalamalaykom,
Maybe it was just bad beef.
Seriously, real love is loving another through God. When you have God in the equation, it’s all good, baby 🙂
If you don’t have that now, then go closer to God. The right man will be doing that same thing and you’ll meet through Him. Inshahallah—God willing.
Yes — exactly. Demons. I remember a priest asking me once if I felt condemned for being gay. Before I knew what I was going to say, out popped “NO — I don’t believe God is a demon.”
I think She was speaking there, as I didn’t know what to say…