When we met three years ago at seminary, we hit it off right away and you soon became my best friend. But when I confessed I was struggling with sexual compulsivity, things changed. I confessed to you the shame, the fear of rejection--the deepest parts of who I was--and you assured me you "weren't going anywhere," that you would be there for me as a friend. But you fucking liar! Within a few weeks it all changed; no returned calls, no returned e-mails.

Well, fuck you! This sucks for any person to do to another, but what makes this so fucking ironic is that you're an ordained minister! As a minister myself, I would never have treated you this way. You fucking pride yourself on your social justice issues, your civil disobedience training, your racism workshop, how you support gays and lesbians, and your wonderful, liberal theology.

Tell me, assfuck, which God condones turning your back on a friend who's battling for his goddamn sanity? Which theological perspective sees cowardice, self-absorption, and shallowness as virtues for which to strive?

And you know what else? You dance like someone having a seizure.

Grow the fuck up!

--Anonymous