Adam took a bite from an apple and that´s why my grandmother used to go to church every Sunday to worship bleeding Christs and weeping Virgin Maries, to ask for forgiveness. She would bring home churros con chocolate and obituaries and indulged in the S&M aesthetics of the catholic church. That’s what brought her to heaven, or at least that was her plan.
As a faggot, I don´t carry any cross but my closet. And I wouldn´t say it´s a baggage because it´s empty: a void; hungry for acceptance.