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I was born in Sydney, city of sinners. In the mid-80s, my family moved North to Brisbane, city of /slow-driving/ sinners. Raised Catholic, I came to my senses in my teens, partly because I found religion to be utterly boring, and partly because I discovered that girls were generally more worthy of my attention.
My interest in religion was rekindled to a certain extent when I, quite accidentally, went on a date with a Born-Again Christian. The interest wasn't spiritual, but rather social. It was strange to me that an intelligent, super-hot girl was so caught up in this thing called the Bible... which we began to read at the end of our first date. /Not/ the best first-date in history.
So I started reading the Bible... and stopped shortly after, because it is, after all, a very long and boring book. It remains my considered opinion that, whether or not it is God's inspired Word, the Bible is quite possibly the worst-written piece of literature still in print today.
Inspired, though, by the potential of the stories that were buried under the tragic narrative style and twelve-hundred-year-long begat-a-thons, I set out to paraphrase the Good Book in a more readable way. Seven years later, 'Being Gay is Disgusting' was born. Yes, seven years; I'm that lazy.