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Stop Discrimination against Gay People in the Bible!!! (2nd video version + complete text, including interpretation of my spiritual dreams)

The biblical god is a typical alpha male bully. Especially effeminates deal with a lot of discrimination. We have to let go of this evil god. All effeminate boys deserve respect, love and some fun. Treat another person the way you would like to be treated yourself. If you’re not able to love an effeminate man, then you don’t deserve to be loved either.



OLD TESTAMENT, Leviticus chapter 18 verse 22.
The false Hebrew god speaks to Moses:
‘You shall not lie with a male as lie with a woman;
it is an abomination.’

OLD TESTAMENT, Leviticus chapter 20 verse 13.
The false Hebrew god speaks to Moses:
‘If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them
have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put
to death; their blood is upon them.’

NEW TESTAMENT, Romans chapter 1 verse 26-27.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Romans:
‘For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections:
for even their women did change the natural use into
that which is against nature: And likewise also the men,
leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust
one toward another; men with men working that which is
unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of
their error which was meet.’ (King James Version)

NEW TESTAMENT, Romans chapter 1 verse 26-27.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Romans:
‘Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts.
Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for
unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned
natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust
for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other
men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their
error.’ (New International Version)

NEW TESTAMENT, 1 Corinthians chapter 6 verse 9-11.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians:
‘Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the
kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators,
nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers
of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous,
nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall
inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you:
but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are
justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit
of our God.’ (King James Version)

NEW TESTAMENT, 1 Corinthians chapter 6 verse 9-11.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians:
‘Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the
kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually
immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have
sex with men, nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards
nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom
of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were
washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the
name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our
God.’ (New International Version)


From a young age I knew that I was different. As a
young child I was a girly boy, because I had a girly
voice and I played with dolls and My Little Ponies.
When I was about 7 years old, I loved dressing up,
so sometimes I wore my mother’s dresses which
were way too large for me, and I loved making
wigs. I never wanted to be a girl, but dressing up
was just fun to me when I was a little child,
although I stopped doing it when I was about
10 years old. I simply lost interest for women’s
clothes. Maybe because I discovered other hobbies.

When I was 12 years old, other children in my
neighbourhood started bullying me and calling me
a faggot, because I was a 12 year old boy with a
girly voice. When I went to high school, students
bullied me for many years. I was bullied for my
brown skin color, but also for being a sissy. They
didn’t want to sit next to me, because they believed
that I had aids, but I had never been intimate with
another boy or man at that time. So it was prejudice
and fear. I was so innocent at that time. When I was
17 years old, I didn’t even know what gay sex
exactly meant. I had no idea what kind of sex two
men could have with each other. But I was very
much aware of the fact that I was gay.

I’ve always felt attracted to other men. When I was
6 or 7 years old, I already started getting crushes on
other boys at school (Nutsschool Morgenstond in
The Hague, Netherlands). For example, there was an
older boy with dark hair at my school, much older
than I was, maybe he was 11 or 12 years old, and
I thought he was so beautiful. During lunch break
I went to our playground, I was only 6 or 7 years
old, and I couldn’t help looking at this gorgeous
older boy with dark hair. This older boy had a blond
friend who was the same age (11 or 12) and this
blond guy became my big friend at school and he
protected me. But there were also some other kids
(mostly girls) who became my friends. I had a great
time at elementary school.

Many years later, when I attended a catholic high
school (St. Janscollege in The Hague), things had
changed. At high school there was nobody who
protected me. There was nobody who comforted
me when I felt sad. Not even school teachers were
able to stop the bullying. So I had to learn to stand
up for myself. In 1993 or 1994 when I was 15 years
old, a few boys at school asked me if I was gay and
I said ‘yes’. Then they got angry and started calling
ugly names to me. Soon everybody at school knew
it. After this bad experience I was afraid to come
out of the closet, because I was afraid for people’s
reactions, although everybody already suspected
that I was gay, because I came across effeminate
because of my girly voice. But still it took me a long
time to come out. Eventually on 7 October 2000
when I turned 22 years old, I finally came out to
my parents and other family.

Even today I’m still being discriminated against
when I apply for a job. So many employers rejected
me and said I was too “soft” for the job. People
always think I’m too soft, because I have a soft and
feminine voice. Whenever I talk to people on the
phone, they always think I’m a woman, so then
I have to tell them I’m a man. There have been many
prejudices against me and my career has really
suffered because of that. I have a master’s degree
and bachelor’s degree in Art History (Leiden
University). Yes, I know that for most art history
graduates it’s hard to find a job in this era, but
that’s not the only reason I can’t find a decent job
in a museum or someplace else. There’s also a lot of
prejudice against me, because whenever people see
me and hear my voice, they immediately think I’m
gay. Somehow they always think I’m too soft for the
job. They won’t take me seriously, because they
think I’m just a sissy. I can’t help having a soft voice
and looking skinny. I’m not a macho looking man,
but I know I’m tough enough for any job!

For many years I’ve wondered where these
prejudices come from. Well, I think this hatred
comes from religions such as Judaism, Christianity
and Islam. These religions have caused so much
suffering in this world, not only discriminating
against homosexuals and lesbians, but especially
discrimination against men who are naturally
feminine. People will accept a gay man much
quicker if he keeps acting masculine (straight-
acting), but they will reject a gay man who comes
across a bit feminine. This is crazy, because there’s
some femininity in every man and there’s some
masculinity in every woman. That’s nature! Every
child is created by a man and woman! You’ll get dna
from both sexes. Don’t feel ashamed of that!

I was born in The Hague, Netherlands on 7 October
1978 and raised in a catholic family, because my
mother and father come from catholic families in
Suriname (South America). I was baptized in a
catholic church in The Hague on 6 January 1980
when I was 1 year old. But my parents were not
strict catholic, so I was lucky. I had a lot of freedom.

My parents split up in summer 1983. In June 1985 my
mother married a Dutch man (my stepfather) who is
not religious at all, but my mother and I kept our
faith. I started having doubts about Christianity when
I was 18 years old, because the whitewashing of
Yeshua (Jesus) seemed suspicious to me. Another
reason, many christians always use a double standard
and they are so pretentious. They condemn a loving
kiss between two men, but they enjoy watching
violence in Hollywood movies, video games and on
television. Many christians in the United States also
support gun possession. Their way of thinking is just
so ridiculous. It’s all brainwashing and I will not
tolerate it any longer!

The false god in the Bible needs to go! When I was
a little boy reading the Bible, Genesis chapter 22
(Binding of Isaac), I always thought it was very
strange that this so called “god” tempts Abraham to
sacrifice his own beloved son Isaac. What kind of god
would ask something like that to a mortal? What a
bully! Obviously, this god wants to put fear in people,
so he’s not loving at all. It’s a clear example of power
abuse (reference to #metoo movement). Just because
a god is more powerful, does that make it okay to
abuse his power in this way and to bully our loved
ones? Hell no! Of course I know that Abraham did not
have to sacrifice his son eventually, but still the idea
that a god would dare to ask something like that is so
disrespectful and evil. A true loving God would never
ask something like that, because it’s unnatural to kill
your own child! This biblical god is evil, so we have to
let him go! He acts like a typical alpha male bully who
doesn’t have any respect for the LGBT community.
Biblical god, you are dismissed!

There’s only one positive thing coming from the
Bible and that’s Yeshua (Jesus). The way Yeshua
helped outcasts and sick people is a story that has
touched me. I believe he really cared for those
people. I just don’t understand, how could the
Hebrew biblical god Jahweh be the “Father” of
Yeshua? Yeshua seems like such a good loving person,
while his so called “Father” is the complete opposite.
His “Father” seems so aggressive, violent,
misogynistic and homophobic. Are Yeshua and
Jahweh really the same person? Well, I hope not!

Written by Ryan Maurice Roemer on 29 March 2018.


Nobody tells me who I have to love or how I should
make love. I have the right to be intimate with
another man if that makes me feel good. As long as
there are two adults who choose to be intimate with
each other and nobody gets physically hurt, then
who are you to judge them? Maybe you’re jealous?
Because you don’t want other people to be happy?
What two people do in bed is private as long as
there’s no physical abuse.

People have to learn to say what they want or don’t
want in bed. If you enjoy something, you have to say
it. And if something makes you feel uncomfortable,
you should not do it. For example, I like to make love
to a man, but I don’t want anal sex with him, so that’s
something I’ve never done. I’m simply not interested
in that type of intercourse.

But don’t let religion destroy your joy in life. Have a
happy gay life! Don’t become the prisoner of what
other people want you to be. I know it can be really
hard to break free. But eventually, all animals
(including human beings) want to be free.

When I sleep, I get really special dreams sometimes.
On 1 February 2017 I dreamed that I was going on a
vacation with a male friend. In this dream we have
already packed our bags, so we leave our home and
walk to the nearest bus stop at the corner of the
street. It’s a bright and sunny day. At the bus stop
I realize that I forgot something, so I walk back to my
home really fast, because my home is in the same
street. In the meantime my friend keeps waiting at
the bus stop. So I enter my home and take that
missing thing (but I don’t remember what exactly)
and then I go back to the bus stop. I start running,
because the bus has already arrived. My friend gets
on the bus and he puts our luggage inside. He keeps
waiting for me, but the bus driver doesn’t want to
wait for me. So the bus drives away and I’m left
behind all by myself. I start running after the bus,
because I don’t want to miss my airplane at the
airport, but the bus drives too fast. I also think of my
songbook which is in my bag, but my bag is in the
bus. I hope my friend won’t secretly read my
songbook, because some songs I wrote are really
personal. I try to catch my bus at the next stop, but
I’m still too far away. So the bus drives away again.

Then I decide to start flying, because in dreams
I often have this ability to fly. So I spread my arms
and start flying in the sky. I hope I can catch my bus
in this way. But after a while the blue sky suddenly
changes into a gigantic stone ceiling. It has become
the stone ceiling of a large public building (maybe
a shopping mall), which means that I’ve become
imprisoned in a public building and I can’t get out.
This must be evil magic. But I won’t give up, so I try
to fly (just like a spirit) right through the ceiling and
the roof of this building. Luckily, my spiritual method
works! So I’m outside and free again. I start flying
higher and higher in the blue sky. I can see the whole
city now!

After some time I realize that I’m not alone anymore,
because I’m being carried by someone high in the sky.
A divine man (maybe an angel) has appeared and
he is flying in the sky, while he carries me on his back.
By the way, I have met him in a lot of dreams since
my childhood. He flies over the city’s landscape,
so from the sky I see plenty of beautiful red brick
buildings on the surface of the land. One of those
larger buildings seems to be a church. He flies to this
church and lands on his feet right in front of the
church door. I understand he wants to go to church,
but I don’t want to go there anymore, so I get off his
back and leave him and I start flying by myself again.
From the sky I can see him walk to the door and enter
the church. I don’t want to go with him, because I just
want to be free. I fought so hard for my freedom,
so I’m not giving it up, and I’m not even sure if this
church is a good place. I don’t trust it. Maybe it’s just
another prison in disguise. So I fly away to the sea
where I feel happy. Then I wake up from my dream.

Around 1985/1986 when I was 6 or 7 years old,
I got a special dream. In this dream I’m back in my
old neighbourhood (Wapserveenstraat in The Hague).
It’s evening and getting darker. Together with
dozens of other children (over 100) I’m standing on
the large playground. We are waiting for a man.
This man is like a father figure to me. We keep
waiting and waiting and waiting, because we know
that he will return to us. Eventually, our wish comes
true, because he finally comes along. He walks by
himself and enters our playground. This tall man is a
cross-dresser, because he’s dressed like a woman.
He walks in high heels and wears a knee length dress,
a women’s hat and a handbag. There’s also a little
make-up on his face and he has long hair. When he
enters the playground, all children feel so happy and
start cheering and we all run to him. This effeminate
man is the kindest person in the world! I feel a little
bit jealous, because I don’t want to share my
effeminate father figure with all these other children.
So I make sure that I stand right next to him. Then
after a while I wake up in bed. This was a recurring
dream around 1985-1988.

Now that you’ve read my dreams, what do you
think? Do you think that our saviour could be a
cross-dresser or an effeminate man? I hope so!
That would be wonderful! Don’t be afraid of him!

All effeminate boys deserve love and some fun!

Let’s work together, so that we can make a real
visible change in the world. A change that all our
children will benefit from in the future.

Back in August 1994 when I was 15 years old,
I wrote a song. I think this song is appropriate for
this special occasion, so I recorded the song again
on 9 April 2018. I play the xylophone, but I keep it
really simple, because I have very little experience.
But I don’t care, so here is my performance.


I’m tired of sharing fun with myself.
It’s never been my wish, like today.
I’ve always been happy, as you see.
It could have been better together.

And I know that’s the way you think too.
Together we’ll take it much further.

Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.

Tell me why you need me as a friend.
Know the reason yourself why it’s me.
‘Cause whatever we have, has value.
Don’t break down the road in front of us.

And I know that’s the way you think too.
Together we’ll take it much further.

Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.

But life is not a fairy tale.
Try to survive my bad moods.
Don’t run away too.

And I know that’s the way you think too.
Together we’ll take it much further.

Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.

Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.

Let’s give all we have!
Tell me!
What’s inside of you?
Tell me!
What’s inside of you?

Story written by Ryan Maurice Roemer in 2018.

Mother Goose (documentary, version 2)

Every year many geese are killed by cars. So I’m asking you. Have a heart and give birds a chance to live. Give mother goose and father goose a chance to raise their goslings.

I filmed geese in the Wilhelminapark and the Prinses Beatrixlaan in Rijswijk, the Netherlands. The documentary includes a song that I wrote.

Mother Goose (documentary, version 1)

Every year many geese are killed by cars. So I’m asking you. Have a heart and give birds a chance to live. Give mother goose and father goose a chance to raise their goslings.

I filmed geese in the Wilhelminapark and the Prinses Beatrixlaan in Rijswijk, the Netherlands. The documentary includes a song that I wrote.

Encounter with Spirits of Elephants and Cattle (video)

Animals have souls. Stop killing elephants for the ivory trade! Stop injecting dairy cattle with rBGH! Stop bullfighting! I also talk about animals appearing in dreams.

Animal documentary created by Ryan Maurice Roemer.
Including the film song ‘Animals will survive mankind’.

Tandenpoetsen met Wobi-Jaja (luisterverhaal)

Luisterverhaal met illustraties, geschreven en gemaakt door Ryan Maurice Roemer. Het gaat over een veulen genaamd Wobi-Jaja en hij leeft in de wildernis. Hij leert hoe belangrijk het is om goed voor zijn tanden te zorgen.

Vergeet niet om jouw tanden te poetsen! Gebruik geen fluoride, want fluoride is slecht voor jouw gezondheid.

DE EMANCIPATIE VAN ZWARTE PIET: Pieterbaas en de Witte Sinterklazen (satire film)


(English title) THE EMPOWERMENT OF BLACK PETE: Saint Pete and White Nicholas

Satirical film about the annual Sinterklaas and Black Pete tradition in the Netherlands and Belgium.

The Sinterklaas feast is racist. Change the position of Black Pete! Let’s empower Black Pete!
In this film the tables are turned: Black Pete is the boss and Saint Nicholas is the servant.

According to history the servant of Sinterklaas (= Saint Nicholas) was a white person originally, but the servant became a blackface under the influence of the Atlantic slave trade and colonialism in past centuries. At that time the Dutch created a story that the servant had fallen through a chimney and became black and his hair became afro suddenly. The Dutch Kingdom had colonies such as Suriname and Curacao. Blackface became a representation of black people in those colonies, because blackface has a big afro and he used to talk with a Surinamese or Antillean accent back in the 1980s when I was a child. In the Netherlands and Belgium people call him Black Pete (= Zwarte Piet). He’s dressed up in a typical costume of Moorish servants in Spain in the 19th century.

I’m a black man. Honestly, when I was a little child, I looked forward to Sinterklaas and Black Pete every year, because they give candies and presents to children. They visited my school in The Hague every year. Many times I was the only black child in the class room. Every year the teachers made me and other kids dress up as Black Pete to welcome Sinterklaas to our school. All white children and some teachers put black paint on their faces to look like blackface. They always told me I didn’t have to put any paint on my face, because my skincolor is brown already. So I’ve never put any paint on my face and I’m glad I never had to do this. Also my mother always refused to put black paint on my face, because she believes blackface is racist. That’s why I also don’t have any paint on my face in this short film that I directed in 2013.

As a child growing up in the 1980s I enjoyed the Sinterklaas and Black Pete tradition, but at the same time I also felt insulted that Black Pete was a representation of the stereotypical “dumb black person”, because Black Pete could not speak Dutch decently and he was really bad at math. He was just the dumb black servant of Sinterklaas. This is racist and that’s why so many people of African descent feel insulted by the figure of blackface. I don’t think that all Dutch or Belgian white people are racists, but a lot of them are racists, sadly. If you ignore the feelings and pain of black minorities in your country or deny our right to protest, then you are a racist. Yes, I know that black people can be racists too, but that’s not really the issue here. Sinterklaas is a white man’s party which is kind of insulting for black people because of the character Black Pete. By the way, Holland is my country too, because I was born and raised here and I pay taxes. We have a right to express our opinions in a democracy and we should have the freedom to challenge the system in any way possible. You may not like that, but you just have to deal with it!

At last, I’d like to say that I don’t want to ban the Sinterklaas feast, but I do think we should change the looks of his servants. Stop making your faces black and stop wearing an afro wig! I think that the “Roetveegpiet” (= Sooty face) or the “Regenboogpiet” (= Rainbow face) is a great solution. Then all people, young and old, black and white, will be able to enjoy the Sinterklaas tradition.

Filmed in Westduinpark, The Hague.
Written, produced and directed by Ryan Maurice Roemer.
Filming & video editing by Alexander Contreras.