Today is Thursday, June 1, 2084. I am the last straight cisgender man on Earth. Everywhere I go, I am spit on, beaten, called an idiot and ignorant. I expect it to only get worse.
The church was looted and wrecked. Even still, amidst the overturned pews, the damaged tabernacle, and the broken crucifix on the ground, the hope of my God, my Savior, even as I felt as if I were the last man on this cursed planet who still believed in him, and I knew well I wasn't far-off, I knew he was there. I knew soon he would come to save me.
The world has gone backwards. But I will keep moving forward until the day I die.