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Just the Knee
I was raised a Catholic. It came hand-in-hand with the mental torment of eternal life and eternal damnation.
During my prepubescence, I had numerous bouts of despair and terror because I was sure that I was going to burn in hell forever. I had committed a million mortal sins. Because, like a lot of boys at that age, I had jerked off a million times. The emotional weight was the worst. To cope, I jerked off some more.
I was in a seminary boarding school during all this. Not because I wanted to be a priest and "spread the good news" but because I wanted to get away from my parents. You bet I lied to the parish priest who interviewed me. He probably didn't buy it or really cared, for that matter. I might have been just another cash cow.
Much of what I learned in the seminary confused, instead of enlightened me. Everyday we attended mass. Any time we could squeeze it in we prayed, sang, knelt, bowed, and did it all over again. In four different languages, no less. "Jesus Christ, if this guy was all powerful and all wise why does he have this insatiable need to be worshipped all the f*cking time?! Does omnipotence cause low self esteem?", I thought.
Scripture was sold to us as the truth. It was full of it. They made us read every page of the bible in the seminary. The mythology and violence, especially in Revelations, was cool, but a lot of the historical accounts seemed off. Just like the accounts of Noah's ark, Jonah living inside a large fish , the seven-headed, ten-horned monster and the funniest of them all: Mary's virgin birth. Some truth they are.
It had rules like menstruating women are dirty and they have to sacrifice doves after their period, and so does anybody who come in contact with them. It contained this and other hateful, mysoginistic and homophobic rants that I could imagine somebody repressed and high would think of.
The seminary was an all boys school. So, naturally when we would catch a glimpse of even just the knee of a female teacher or see a classmate's hot mom who's visiting, we'd memorize it to jerk off to later, commiting another mortal sin. Then feel like sh*t, jerk off again to forget, confess... then jerk off some more.
#lent #catholic #easter #religion #religious #atheism #atheist
Just the Knee
I was raised a Catholic. It came hand-in-hand with the mental torment of eternal life and eternal damnation.
During my prepubescence, I had numerous bouts of despair and terror because I was sure that I was going to burn in hell forever. I had committed a million mortal sins. Because, like a lot of boys at that age, I had jerked off a million times. The emotional weight was the worst. To cope, I jerked off some more.
I was in a seminary boarding school during all this. Not because I wanted to be a priest and "spread the good news" but because I wanted to get away from my parents. You bet I lied to the parish priest who interviewed me. He probably didn't buy it or really cared, for that matter. I might have been just another cash cow.
Much of what I learned in the seminary confused, instead of enlightened me. Everyday we attended mass. Any time we could squeeze it in we prayed, sang, knelt, bowed, and did it all over again. In four different languages, no less. "Jesus Christ, if this guy was all powerful and all wise why does he have this insatiable need to be worshipped all the f*cking time?! Does omnipotence cause low self esteem?", I thought.
Scripture was sold to us as the truth. It was full of it. They made us read every page of the bible in the seminary. The mythology and violence, especially in Revelations, was cool, but a lot of the historical accounts seemed off. Just like the accounts of Noah's ark, Jonah living inside a large fish , the seven-headed, ten-horned monster and the funniest of them all: Mary's virgin birth. Some truth they are.
It had rules like menstruating women are dirty and they have to sacrifice doves after their period, and so does anybody who come in contact with them. It contained this and other hateful, mysoginistic and homophobic rants that I could imagine somebody repressed and high would think of.
The seminary was an all boys school. So, naturally when we would catch a glimpse of even just the knee of a female teacher or see a classmate's hot mom who's visiting, we'd memorize it to jerk off to later, commiting another mortal sin. Then feel like sh*t, jerk off again to forget, confess... then jerk off some more.
#lent #catholic #easter #religion #religious #atheism #atheist