Genderfuck Productions

[sofakingqueer]

Welcome to Genderfuck Productions.
The sick and twisted creation of SofaKingQueer.
Here is where I pour out my creativity, emotions, and darkest thoughts into a melting pot of insanity.
Add a dash of despair and ounce of sexual deviancy and voila,
You have the biggest bad idea ever spawned.

[sofakingqueer]

He unleashed against them His hot anger, His wrath, indignation and
hostility--a band of destroying angels.

There's a lot the bible doesn't tell you about us. Like how we're pretty human, too. Like how we eat, we sleep, we even have sex.

Sex, there's something I haven't had in a long time. There's a story behind that, though. Not like I'm ugly or some super-righteous celibate suck up.

I just don't like sex anymore.

But I digress. We do a lot more than save peoples' lives and look pretty, too. I mean, we kill people. I kill people, actually. I do God's dirty work, because he likes to turn the other cheek to what his children can do when they stray. So it's up to me to save the innocent sheep. It's up to me to slay the wolf.

I'm pretty good at what I do. I've been doing it for a while. And I do mean a while. You ever wonder who gave all those guys the great idea to kill Julius Caesar? Right, like they were smart enough to pull that one off on their own.

I don't live in Heaven, either. I live here on Earth. Sometimes I go between. I'm back on Earth now after a little vacation. I forgot how fun some things were, like cigarettes and drinking. Oh, and cannabis is pretty great too. Really, these humans need to lighten up a little. Enjoy this stuff while they can, because we don't so much as get wine in Heaven. You know, all that stuff with our ethereal bodies and such. We're beyond the reach of Earthly influences.

Another thing about being on earth Earth again is I can feel pain again. Not only pain but hunger, cold, heat. It's refreshing, to be honest. I'm kind of addicted to life and its misery. But I have been since he died.

Wait.

Fuck.

I wasn't going to tell you about that.

His body was like chrysolite, his face like lightning, his eyes like
flaming torches, his arms and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze, and
his voice like the sound of a multitude.