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OH MY GOD: a brief Journey in my search of the G-O-D, and how George Carlin Changed my life, Part 1 CheekyStick Craft Blog, Cheekystitch God Blog, CheekyStich Religions blog

My relationship with god began at
Academia Los Pinares: a Christian missionary school located in Tegucigalpa Honduras

It was a very conservative missionary school run for the children of
the elite, to them black people were a myth and gays were going to
hell, and trolls too, you know.
What I learned? Jesus is a scary
motherfucker, and most missionaries were dicks, yes dicks. I had huge
hair even then.  I didnt hate gay people, I knew gay people, liked
gay people. Most of what I was taught about modesty, my role/future as
a woman, and how I would obtain salvation or achieve damnation 
seemed fucked up.

My cousins went to El Liceo Militar Del Norte, a military school in
San Pedro Sula, that put a gun in my cousin's,  borderline
personality hands. I could always count on her to wake me up in the
middle of the night with a knife or something, threatening violence
over her mothers affection.

The Dodless ( Leti) threatened me with mortal violence, while the
God fearing ( Los PInares) Spooked me out with stories of deamon's,
which I immediatly filed under  the boogie man, the due that lived
under my bed, homeboy in the closet and the creepy tales from the crypt
gimp.

In my house my grandmother practiced Santeria, an afro Yoruba
tradition of worshipping  catholic saints which represented
African gods. This is a religion that was spreads why enslaved African
along the trans Atlantic slave route