Back in 2010, I was closeted at a private Christian university and convinced God hated me for being gay. So I kept a journal. In this show, I read those religiously coded + sexually frustrated entries alongside your confessions, then ask AI & friendly humans for unwarranted advice. It borrows from therapy. Teases faith. Craves men. This is for the messy. The haunted. The ones in self-preservation mode because their family would never fully accept it. For the ones still becoming. If you’re reading this now, you’re breathing proof you’ve overcome. So pour a glass. Light a candle. And let’s piss off a bigot (in Florida). Blessed be the petty.