I Began To See That My Problems,

The Christian Use Of Religion As A Personal Love Affair Both Shocked Me, And Attracted Me.

Because Of My Marxism, I Was Not Into Myths Or Miracles, Whether It Was The Virgin Birth, The Physical Resurrection Or Casting Out Demons From An Epileptic.

For Some Years I Deserted Religion In Favour Of Marxism. The Republic Of Goodness Seemed More Attainable Than The Kingdom Of God.

I Was Not Allowed A Physical Lover. Falling In Love With Love Was The Best I Could Get.

I Was Certainly Open For Something Being On The Edge Of A Nervous Breakdown, Perplexed By My Own Sexuality. I Was Gay.