A Feel-Good Story About Burning in Hell for Eternity
I get told I’m going to hell every so often, but this time was special
When I read Taylor B.’s writing “No, You Cannot Tell Me I’m Going to Hell”, it brought back lots of memories. Too many memories. I’m a polyamorous, queer trans man who isn’t religious. Getting told I’m going to hell every now and then kind of goes with the territory.
Taylor is absolutely right though. Telling someone they’re going to hell is a threat and shouldn’t be allowed. It’s incredibly creepy and upsetting for someone to let me know that they’re imagining and taking joy in the image of my body burning for eternity in their fantasies. Talk about sexual depravity. They should learn to get consent before sharing things like that with strangers. Maybe someone will be into it, but that’s definitely not my fetish.
People who do this should also be mindful of the age of the victims of their threats. The first time I would hear a vivid description of the hell I was destined for, I was still a kid. In fact, I heard lots of threats about hell as a child. Those aren’t the stories I want to tell you today though. I’d rather tell you a feel-good story about being told I was going to hell. This one has a happy ending, or as happy of an ending as a story about burning in hell for an infinite…
