I personally can't exist on the internet writing about LGBTQ subjects without running into a Kent, even when I'm not writing about anything remotely connected to religion. Every day of my life, and I mean every day, multiple 'Kents' tell me I'm going to hell.

Write about a trans kid beaten up in a school restroom because deliberate school policy made it impossible for him to pee? 'Kent' tells me I'm going to hell.

Write about fostering an at-risk child and learning from him in the process, healing from trauma in the process? 'Kent' tells me I'm bound for flames.

Write a history piece about how one of the first drag performers was a black man in Washington DC in the 1880s and '90s? Oops, as interesting as that might be, 'Kent' insists on popping up to tell me the Evangelical torturer God is gonna get me. Booga, booga, booga!

Every day. Every day. Every day.

I guess 'Kent' thinks he's spreading God's word. Maybe he thinks I'm joking when I tell him if his God were actually what he claims, I'd embrace Satan before I'd worship him. Sorry, Kent, not joking. So so so very much not joking.