oh man. i really feel for you. i had to live for 6 months in an evangulist "farm like junk year" with a paster named hime'

boy, that was the worst 6 months of my life. i told hime right off the bat that i was wiccan. probably not the smartest thing i could have done but it certanly kept me there for a while.

let me explain...

i was homeless and on my own about three years ago, before my mother died, and i fell in love with this black dude that everyone called "thumper" well, after he a while he started smokein' crack hevily {even though he swore he wouldent...-_-;} and one day he tryed to choke me. well...i got out of it in one piece or...almost that is. i had a split lip and a black eye and bruses on my neck.

anyway, a friend of mine was moving to go live with this guy hime' because he was offering a free place to sleep and have shower and other nessatys. so they took me too. and i have always been out spoken about being wiccan. my philosaph is "if you make fun of anothers right to life, you your self do not have a strong faith." i don't have a stong faith, but it gets stronger all the time.

anyway i got kicked out for...yes...makeing fun. he asked me to do the nightly prayers, and i never haveing done it before foolishly made a joke in the middle, saying "...and i hope all the demon's here get exororsiced..." then under my breath saying "and get lots of heath foods" it was fully but the day after that i had this guy telling me that i had to go because i "prayed for demons". and it's not even that i was pokeing fun at the religan. i was pokeing fun at the paster himself.