So i sent up my prayer, wondering who was there to hear

It has come to my attention that my website has become a place where some of my more conservative relatives can pry into my mind and come to conclusions about who I really am.

I have my own beliefs and I’m pretty opinionated where religion is concerned. I consider myself a spiritual person and I pray at night hoping someone or something is listening. If not, I pray that my energy is connecting with others to create something positive. I tend to believe that there is some intelligence to this universe, but when it comes to organized religions, I think I’m like Groucho Marx – I don’t want to belong to any club that would have someone like me as a member. Besides, I could never find a religion with beliefs like mine. In my religion, Woody Allen would be God, women would be goddesses, cats would be sacred, and all hymns would be Joni Mitchell songs.

I feel sorry for kids raised in organized religions because they have no choice in the matter. They’re told stories of the Bible and they grow up abiding by a set of rules set forth by their parents' religion. If they're not rebel enough to question these beliefs, they often grow up repressed.

They’re told to eat all the food on their plate, which usually includes meat, and never made aware that meat is a dead animal, that extreme cruelty went into the burger or steak on their plate. This creates a disconnection with living things, resulting in a lack of compassion. Their parents go to church and think they are closer to God then someone like me who doesn’t go to church but tries to be a good person. Depending on the religion, many tell their kids that sex is reserved for marriage so they end up holding out until the big day, only to find themselves stuck with some big dud in bed. If they happen to be a serious Catholic they’re really fucked because if they divorce they’ll be excommunicated from the church.

While I'm not and never will be a member of an organized religion, I tend to believe there must be something out there. If there’s one thing that makes me believe in God, it’s sex. Think about it for a minute. Women have an organ that serves one purpose – pleasure. That alone makes me have faith in something.