In my last post I went over one of Matt Walsh’s articles entitled “Yes, Gay Marriage Harms Me Personally”. I am of the opinion, and I’m sure there are those out there who agree with me, that gay marriage does not harm anyone. But I contend that religion harms me personally. As it does everyone else who has had the misfortune (whether they see it that way or not) of being within its clutches. I had no choice in whether I would participate in a religion or not. I was born under the “covenant”, as Mormons love to say. This is their way of saying that I was born with privilege, because I was already within the grasp of the “one true church” and that much closer to achieving eternal exaltation. I was blessed as a baby by my father and baptized at 8. I attended Achievement Days and Young Woman’s. In my mind, I tried valiantly to like my Single’s Wards and to believe that my made-up callings in these wards were indeed inspired of God. I read the Book of Mormon through at least once, but af...