There is Something Called Sin. It’s Called Masculinity.

I was that boy whose body was shackled by toxic masculinity. I was that boy, wearing a mask on a stage performing for a too large audience that I could handle, called society. In that experience, I punished my body, and it punished me in return. The social mirror where I could see myself was cracked and distorted. I looked broken in that mirror. I looked distorted. There was no way it was possible to fix myself. I was a sinner.

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