 I was a Christian before I was a queer, at least I understood Christianity before I understood my sexuality. And somehow it was my religion that highlighted my gay desires, and that those desires were an abomination. Today my faith defines me just as much as my sexuality defines me. I grew up in a Catholic household to parents of Puerto Rican descent, and my culture added a layer of machismo that made it even harder to accept my sexuality. But I experienced Sundays as a beautiful occasion, traditionally filled with faith, family, friends, and lots of food. These dimensions of my life are completely intertwined, and I have found the struggle to have either one be separate from the other.