Because Good/Bad is something I think about often.
My book is about a man who has sex with another man in a cemetery near a Catholic church.
My book is laced with profanity and the difficultly digested truth that darkness can worm its way through a weakened heart.
My book deals with piss and bleach and infidelity and marriage and drunkenness and slurred words and dried mascara and manipulative sex and co-dependent love and all those other things that would never work as a Facebook status or yearly Christmas letter.
My book is honest. It is real. It is humanity in its dirtiest form.
So how, then, can it be Good?
We’ve been indoctrinated to believe certain things about Goodness, especially about those who attempt to live in the name of it. They are close-minded, judgmental, bitter little individuals who would rather wallow in their self-righteousness than actually give two cents about you.
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