I come from a small town in Vermont. I was raised by small minds, in a small squalid trailer home with a small chance of success in life that I realized very early in Life. I had no childhood. Instead, Fear, Hunger, Sadness, Desperation and Isolation were my best friends. I learned quickly that in order to survive, I had to rely on myself and myself only. I was taught Catholicism despite the hypocrisy of my youth. Personally, I think it was just another excuse for my parents to extoll their never ending punishments. They then had the mask of religion to hide behind, new "laws" to enforce, "sins" to expunge from my soul, my dark, rotten soul. I did what anyone would do after fifteen torturous years of sexual, physical and emotional abuse would do....I ran. Into the arms of Christianity. Pregnant and alone, I needed a savior, a knight in shining armor, and I had found one, At first, I believed the man who had rescued me when he told me that everything would be "just fine". He said he and his family would take good care of me. at first, they did. I went to church with them, I lived with them, I became part of them. I thought nothing of it when he crept into my bed. I mean...I owed him right? I married this "Christian" man, even though he didn't work...I worked. He was always out, but hey...he said he would give my son a last name. I was eighteen. And I thought I was doing the right thing. After all...I had a true religion in my Life, right? What could possibly go wrong? I suppose...what went horribly wrong...was when I came home from work early one day...and found him in bed with his sister. Yes...you read me right....his SISTER. Of course, I left him. So why I am I sharing all of this in depth personal shit, you're asking? Because, like so many people, I've ran around the religion circuit a few times. I've had things force fed down my face, and sometimes, I even believed the dose. Eventually, though, I did manage to snap the hell out of it...and make my OWN decision about who I was,and what Path I wanted to travel. As I look back at what I swallowed and put up with for a good majority of my Life? I have a message for those who forced their religions and beliefs on me, who made me think I had no choice but their choice.....*hands you a tube of Chapstick*....Kiss my proverbially rounded lily white Wiccan ass.