It isn’t easy, I know. We’re a tiny segment of the population and even if we number greater than it seems, it’s difficult to know how many of us there truly are because too many are happier remaining uncounted and lack the boldness to admit what they are.
That you had the courage to be counted speaks volumes of your valor and daringness.
We are not so different than they are. We seek meaning in our lives too. We strive to be perceived as morally sound and ethically correct. They speak of our unnatural practices but we know they have scores of their own. They have tortured us throughout history because they believed our ideals and passions differed from theirs. We have constantly been branded as abominations and they have always supposed that we are against regularity and normalcy; defiant of the natural order intended for the world. In truth we are the same as they, or at least equally valid.
It’s true that some of us have a wild streak which is manifested in higher than average rates of co-mingling. We like to think that we are adventurous and broadly accepting. We pride ourselves on being knowledgeable conversationalists and often treat others with more courtesy than they afford us. We constantly willingly engage in discussions concerning the lifestyle and the last thing we each hope is that this differing viewpoint is mysterious. In fact, most of us don’t even consider it a style of life. We simply are the way we are; no labels or apologies should be necessary.
Because of the misperceptions we’re saddled with, it is extremely important that we fight this immense and repressive ignorance with honesty and pride. Life isn’t as easy as it should be when you’re an atheist, but you’re a better person for admitting it.




















I find this hard to imagine - in the United Kingdom (apart from small backward parts like Northern Ireland) we are almost a secular country. It is almost the norm to be an atheist. I must admit, I don’t envy you having to be ‘in the closet’.
Good luck to you guys - never be ashamed of not believing the books of myths and all of the evil that they are responsible for.
While rowing a boat down a very beautiful river today, I marvelled at the sunshine, my beautiful wife before me, the rich foliage on the banks, the ducks quacking at us, and I thought: who needs miracles ? Life is already staggeringly miraculous enough - the mere fact that we exist at all is enough to blow your mind - why do religious people feel the need to enhance what is already marvellous ?
Shall we start our own religion ? The church of the miraculous conception - i.e. our own ?