Gypsy
Super_Ideal_Rock
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So, I'm from CA. In CA, in my experience of living there for over 30 years, faith is a private thing generally. The most you'll hear is "Merry Christmas" or something similar on holidays unless you specifically enquire. No one blesses you in the grocery store. You don't get a helping of Christ with your food. And people don't randomly pray for you for every little thing.
And I live in TX now. I seriously can't order cinnamon rolls without a helping of "this is my trad wife business, help me make money in the only way I'm allowed. Bless you and you are in my prayers... blah, blah, blah."
I was never hostile toward religion. Texas is changing that. I feel like snarling when billboards are praying for me on the freeway. When radio announcers for rock channels prosletize. When going into a boutique or leaving it is accompanied by "Hope you have a blessed day." And don't get me started on the anti-abortion propaganda.
I've always been "you do you" and I still am. But I am sick and tired of my "you do you" being met with "you do [my version of] Christ" everywhere. I honestly hate leaving my house here sometimes. It's either patriarchy, toxic masculinity, late-stage capitalist apathy toward anything other than money and power, or a form of Christanity that nauseatingly enshires all three of those.
We plan to move in 2 years but there are days I want to move that timeline up. Needless to say: I didn't order the cinnamon rolls.
And I live in TX now. I seriously can't order cinnamon rolls without a helping of "this is my trad wife business, help me make money in the only way I'm allowed. Bless you and you are in my prayers... blah, blah, blah."
I was never hostile toward religion. Texas is changing that. I feel like snarling when billboards are praying for me on the freeway. When radio announcers for rock channels prosletize. When going into a boutique or leaving it is accompanied by "Hope you have a blessed day." And don't get me started on the anti-abortion propaganda.
I've always been "you do you" and I still am. But I am sick and tired of my "you do you" being met with "you do [my version of] Christ" everywhere. I honestly hate leaving my house here sometimes. It's either patriarchy, toxic masculinity, late-stage capitalist apathy toward anything other than money and power, or a form of Christanity that nauseatingly enshires all three of those.
We plan to move in 2 years but there are days I want to move that timeline up. Needless to say: I didn't order the cinnamon rolls.