I don’t believe in any gods, and I won’t believe in any gods until credible evidence is provided.
For the sake of argument let us propose that an omnipotent god exists.
Fuck your omnipotent god.
Now, even wearing guy clothes causes me dysphoria. The moment I put them on, I lose all sense of happiness. I feel wrong. It’s like carrying a weight around. I hate it. Why the fuck would your sick, evil, fucking god make me this way? For the Laughs? Ha Ha, there goes Emily, walking around in a male body. Let’s give her a girl’s mind. Well fuck you, too, mother fucker.
Your god is either an incompetent lack wit, or an evil fucking monster.
Even if you do prove that an omnipotent god exists, I will never, ever, worship that mother fucker.
Call Me Em 