To be holy is to be whole. But how holy can your love be if it profanes sex? Creating the evil of what it cannot incorporate, your “holy love” is fascist.

What is holy should be terrifying. Your “holy love” is placid and hackneyed.

Your “holy love” cannot even make sense of the love I show for my partners everyday. How holy can it really be?

Your paper god cannot stand the heat of my love and so you attempt to extinguish me to preserve him.

Good fucking luck.