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I was raised in one of those white nationalist churches,
passing itself off as a Christian evangelical Bible church,
where "evangelical" meant fundamental
and "fundamental" meant we did not interpret scripture
but accepted it as God's literal trans-historical Word
of universal white male dominant
Bible thumping supremacy,
transcendently un-changing like...
like...
like nothing I've ever seen or heard
or smelled or tasted

Which is why we call not-Him-or-Her "God"
and not "SuperEgo"
or multicultural "Gaia"

Or anything else.
It turns out "God"
is a bit like not saying Valdemore's name;
As Yahweh
is more about the ambiguously missing vowels
than their YHWH
YYXY
Either/Or-Both/And
bicameral structure.

Anyway, enough about sacred bisensory ecology.
While at People's Bible Church
I was told, by all the white heterosexual adults
supporting and educating me
that being born again is not a gradual thing,
like growing into a pubescent body,
but instant,
like convenient oatmeal
or inferior mashed potatoes.

If I could not say,
with one hundred percent persuasion,
that I was reborn in Christ
on May 8, 1964
at 2:53 PM
Eastern Savings Time,
Just as I was originally born
on May 8, 1952
at 2:53 A.M.,
much to my mother's inconvenience--
finished just in time to get home
to our dairy farm
for an unleisurely visit with "The Girls"
during her morning milking parlor gig--
Then the deviant
devilish mark of Satan 
still clouds my not so milky white
not straight enough
not truly pure soul.

Such instant and yet resilient grace
felt unlikely to me.

I did not instantly lose hope
for a hot SantaDaddy
sliding down our family chimney
emerging from the wood-burning furnace,
scorched of unnecessary
and superfluous clothes
to give me all the fruited manly gifts
I have felt so empty without
warm and wet accompaniment,
accomplishment.

This conversion unfolded gradually,
over several years of maturing this Santa myth
as cultural fantasy,
I did not wake up on May 8, 1956,
at 2:53 A.M.
and announce to all those not listening,
"I no longer believe in Santa Claus."

De-mythification progress
seems to take me
about as long as my left-brain
dominating commodification process
took to grow into queer adolescence,
feeling unsafe,
unwanted,
with a best case possible future
of invisible insignificance,
hidden deeply beneath healthy humility.

Just as it took awhile to comfortably acclimate
to the toothlessness,
perhaps gumminess, of fantasy,
It took me all my development years
on into late adolescence
to be sure that I would never safely
or resiliently convert
into a monocultural state of straightness.

When we were mutually experimenting grade school boys
during not much sleep overs
I was sure we shared the same destiny--
future heterosexuals,
Mr. Cleavers,
Mr. Smiths
not all too fascinated with Mr. Johnsons.

I didn't suddenly realize,
"Oops. I failed to convert."
Maybe I was a late bloomer,
just as some girls get pubes
and teats
and mensies later on
which seemed like more unfair girl pressure
than just sprouting new hair in old moist places
and growing at least somewhat less girlish voices.

Just as there was no May 8, 2:53 P.M.
of any year
when I knew,
"OK, that's it.
It's done growing
in both length and width."
I had no day or night
when I said,
"OK, that's it.
I choose to be gay"
so I can be the target of hate crimes,
bad jokes,
from homophobic white Christian predators,
bigoted employers,
police
and teachers
and parents
and siblings,
and preachers

Fully capable of witnessing against me
the exact date and time
they began their life long love affair
with white male Jesus Christ,
straight (presumably) Jewish carpenter's apprentice,
Son of God and...
and...
God,
who finished creating Earth,
and at least our entire Solar System,
exactly seven days
after He started, on May 8th
at 2:53 A.M.,
year 0000.

I have developed healthy faith
in win/win progressive processes.
I accept that faith actively hopes in unseen relationships,
unheard communications,
unnoticed actions and reactions.

Still,
I find an always changing
transparent
vulnerable,
courageously curious difference
between left-brain statements of verbal instant faith,
and right/left-brain emerging lifeskill learnings
conversions
healings
redemptively felt economies,
salvific co-relational powers,

And I have trouble believing
that such ubiquitous differences
between slow-grown maturation process
and imitative instant role-playing
is only accessible to those unstraight
and un-narrow,
white, black, brown, red, purple, green, or ultra-violet,
born on May 8, 1952
at 2:53 A.M.
much to the inconvenience
of busy heterosexual dairy farmers
practicing abominations
like planting two crops in one field,
and wearing mixed fibers,
wearing and not wearing head-coverings in all-white churches
as required
by God's unchanging Leviticus words.
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