The beauty and power of hugsnkisses's new FL mission statement has filled me with a deep-seated sense of shame and horror at the crassness and cruelty of my own behavior during my years of involvement with the w**k community.

I've done a lot of terrible things in the name of w**k. I've pointed, mocked and laughed at innocent fans whose only crime was trying to enjoy fandom. I've called people insane simply because they view the world a little differently than I do. I've denigrated the fiction and photo manips that people have poured their hearts and souls into. I've been so relentlessly callous that I can't even remember the names of all the people I've abused and bullied and hurt.

But I can't even claim these as the worst of my crimes. Recently, the FW pack mentality drove me to behave in a way more despicable that I ever could have imagined: I graduated from mere petty thuggery into full-fledged religious persecution, and I led some of you down the same evil path.

Oselle, speaking from the bottom of my heart, I am truly, deeply sorry that I mocked your religion. The arrogance and cruelty of my belief that your messiah was somehow less than worthy simply because he's a short Republican B-list mama's boy is matched only by my unbelievable gall in asking why you would choose to worship a diety who made you miserable, as if it is my place to determine not only who but also how people should worship.

I can never undo the damage I've done, and I can never truly atone for the way I so flagrantly spat on one of the most precious ideals the United States was founded upon. But I hope the fact that my disgusting behavior towards you shocked me into realizing what a monster I had become holds a bit of comfort: I will never again succumb to religious intolerance, and I can only express my heartfelt sorrow that your suffering was the price for my awakening.