So, I’ve known I was trans for around two years now, but I want nothing to do with the whole movement. I lean conservative and center-right politically, and the whole thing is bonkers, IMO. Not going to get into it as much, but that’s for if anyone’s curious why I’m not in the LGBTribe (although I doubt anyone will care). I’m straight and passing, and I don’t want anyone to associate me with the group. I just want to live my life as a normal teenage dude.

I was raised Catholic and was baptized, and I have been living with the teachings from a young age. I know a fair amount, but since I began identifying with the “alphabet mafia”, coupled with feeling alone and estranged, I began to abandon the Catholic church and thought of myself as an Athiest for at least four years. Of course, I still went because my parents told me to, but I made it obvious I didn’t want to go and have nothing to do with it. I was sure because I identified myself as a “genderfluid bisexual” God wouldn’t love me and care for me, and the people in the church would neglect me.

Then, around the start of 2024, I began thinking of spirits and souls roaming the earth, and I then took the label of a “Spiritual Agnostic” (i.e. I believe in spirits and the balance of the universe, but was unsure if there’s a God or not). I started looking into palm reading and tarot, but it got old very quickly, and I realized it was artificial.  begun playing guitar for the choir in around late June, and I’m pretty well known. I began feeling more of a connection with the people of Christ than God Himself.

Yesterday, I was at my abuleita‘s third-anniversary honor mass (she has passed on), and it was all in Spanish in a church across town. There were little booklets at the front, and although most were in Spanish, there was one in English, and it was titled something along the lines of intersessions with angels. After mass, I bought the book and began to read it, and I felt an emotional internal response to it because I’ve had my fair share of traumatic experiences, and I could feel the angel’s love through the pages.

Something within me changed, and now I want to pursue God and find Him in my life. I tried praying last night, kneeling on my bed facing the cross; beginning with Our Father, having a somewhat conversation, and then finishing it off with a Haily Mary. I didn’t feel God, per se, but while I was praying I felt some kind of spirit in the room, listening. It brought me some solace, and I want to try and read more scripture and figure out how I can become an instrument of peace for God.

I’m starting this journey today, looking up Saints and trying to figure out how to reach Him. I don’t want to talk about it with my family yet, but I do want to schedule a confession with our priest and talk with him about it. I’m looking for religious accessories around the house, and I hope God can help me on my path.

Thank you for reading my story, and this is Quince, over and out.