So I grew up wondering, seeking, questioning, and it drove my interest in learning, I spent hours studying, learned about psychology, mythology and religion, it even led me into the only answer my small West Texas town offered, Evangelical Christianity. That was a dark time.
The answer the church gave me was that it was Demonic Oppression, that I had to kill that part of myself as it wasn’t from God. Along with the driving a meatsuit, and not anyway human feelings, were also the feelings that I wasn’t meant to be male, and all of that had to be purged
Strange I know, with this early conviction came the mystery of just who is doing the piloting. I knew I didn’t feel or identify in any way with being human, but here I am, driving this meat suit, having a human experience.
As one could imagine, this had a profound impact on me,