Fuck you if you don’t like the fact that I got married on Halloween. Fuck you if you don’t like the fact that I am not a follower of Jesus the Christ. And fuck you for your unsubstantiated judgements about who I am and why I am the way I am because you see nothing more than dark hair, tattoos, and a different lifestyle. Keep your judgements to yourself. I don’t want the light of your religion because I can see its clarity in your shifting gaze. You won’t look me in the eye because I’m not like you. Fuck you because your Christ would not have wanted for you to act this way. It’s the same fucking problem I get into with all your kind. I know your religion, and at its core it is a good thing, full of love and understanding. But you and your “moral Christian values” have judged me. Because I wed on Halloween. Every moment of every day I feel your eyes bore into me. Now I understand why you hide in your office, you peice of unholy shit. Can’t mix with those who are different? Well understand this now, you fucking spawn of all things profane, I got married on a sacred holiday, and fuck you if you don’t understand that.