Greta Christina has been writing professionally since 1989, on topics including atheism, sexuality and sex-positivity, LGBT issues, politics, culture, and whatever crosses her mind. She is author of
The Way of the Heathen: Practicing Atheism in Everyday Life, of
Comforting Thoughts About Death That Have Nothing to Do with God, of
Coming Out Atheist: How to Do It, How to Help Each Other, and Why, of
Why Are You Atheists So Angry? 99 Things That Piss Off the Godless, and of
Bending: Dirty Kinky Stories About Pain, Power, Religion, Unicorns, & More, and is editor of
Paying For It: A Guide by Sex Workers for Their Clients. She has been a public speaker for many years, and many of her talks can be seen on YouTube. Her writing has appeared in multiple magazines and newspapers, including Ms., Penthouse, Chicago Sun-Times, On Our Backs, and Skeptical Inquirer, and numerous anthologies, including
Everything You Know About God Is Wrong and three volumes of
Best American Erotica. (Any views she expresses in this blog are solely hers, and do not necessarily represent this organizations.) She lives in San Francisco with her wife, Ingrid. You can email her at gretachristina (at) gmail (dot) com, or follow her on
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Sometimes, a single short paragraph is story enough. I love it.
I laughed. I cried.
That was fiction?
Shoes — heat death of the universe. Both good topics to muse on.
Excellent story.
Apologies in advance, but this is where my mind went from this:
‘As I signed for the package, the icy vacuum beneath the carrier’s cap registered in my mind. “Wait – you’re – aren’t you going to – ” They shrugged, took back the clipboard, and tipped their hat. “Yes, I am, but I’ve got a lot of time to fill until then.”‘
Maybe there’s a way to use this as an atheist koan.
Either that or the beginning of a story where a different person contributes the next few lines, as Parse seems to be doing.
Bulwer Lytton contest entry!
This entry can join “Not only is there no God, but try getting a plumber on weekends.” (Woody Allen).
With the ominous & possibly cataclysmic methane release in the arctic, the original meaning of the term “heat death of the universe” has been reversed, at least for planet earth.