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ii’m an atheiist and a sataniist, so ii don’t really have any, but ii do stand by one rule of sataniism, treat otherz how they treat you. iif someone treatz you liike shiit, do the same thiing back to them

lol im an atheist in an environment full of mormons.. its torture(no offense if anyone here is mormon i just have bad experiences with mormon ppl)

I'm Catholic... I was only baptized and confirmed a couple years ago though, and I'm still trying my best to learn the faith.

My parents also belong to abrahamic religions, but they're stereotypical alt-rights and my dad's a creationalist; it makes me really sad. Unfortunately they tried to raise me that way too and it took me a long time to get over the internalized nonsense that they pounded into me

I've got no problem with lgbtq+ and am in fact part of the community, here's something that explains my reason pretty well

im a practicing hellenic (greek gods/godesses), but i grew up with a catholic mom and ex-catholic dad so that was super interesting and adding the bible made me super interested in the actual facts/history

i actually study world religions for fun, im really into ethics, morality, labels, (mis)translations, just the logistics and historical contexts of stuff

i know alot about Islam, Judaism, and Christianity (all branches) because i've written essays about the integration of abrahamic religions

i also know alot about the history of religion in culture and the influences of growing up religious/practicing

Vaguely Christianoid. Here is my best religion story (TW alcohol, violence, Andrew Lloyd Weber):

My Mom was still churchy when I was little. I did some Sunday school and stuff, which I found very annoying because they had us do stuff like copy Bible verses onto fake lined parchment paper, in pencil. I found this both aesthetically and historically annoying, because I was That Kid. Anyway, Mom liked us to know about God and stuff, but she'd seen some real nastiness in her life and was absolutely opposed to using religion to frighten small children. So I somehow got to be quite old without learning the story of the Crucifixion. Easter was the day that Mom made Dad hide eggs in the backyard and then made me look for them, something neither Dad nor I enjoyed. Since the golf course was closed for the holiday, Dad would often be mildly hammered by egg hunting time, forget where at least one egg was, and no one would find it until the first lawn mowing of spring, when it went off like a bomb.

One year, a road company of Jesus Christ Superstar came to town, which was a huge deal because back then we'd be lucky to get, like, Victor Borge. Somehow Mom and my big sister and I ended up going. I had never seen a real play before, so I was excited. We had nosebleed seats but it was still great. Except. I had absolutely no idea that they were going to do that to poor Jesus.

Mom and Kim: THAT WAS GREAT!

Me: O_O Holy bleeping bleeeeeeeep.