Chapter 3On my way home, I couldn’t stop feeling judged enough by the church to be punished for what was a deep passion of mine. I’d never give up writing, especially my gay romances. I’d been attending that church since I’d been eighteen, and I’d never had issues until Reverend Rayne had taken over. What other church was there? There weren’t many in the area that were affirming, much less actual l***q churches, since most stood against homosexuality and the like. So, I was most likely churchless for who knew how long, and it’d be the first time in my life I wouldn’t be attending some kind of church.
I entered my apartment, yanked off my face mask, and since I had no plans to go out, I changed into something more comfortable. All my friends were from church, and I was in no mood to see th
