Give Me Life, Give Me Pain, Give

My Father Was Strict, But He Recognised My Ability And Got A Lot Of Flak From The Church For Supporting Me.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?

I'm The Thing That Fundamentalist Christians Cringe Over.

When You Value Your Crew, They Look After You.

Get Off The Cross, We Need The Wood.