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Does that mean that he was perfectly content until then with having the priest drive miles on winter mornings?
~ Brideshead Revisited, Part II: “Home and Abroad”
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“Your Body, Your Choice” - @bkcollage
Commission: Via Dolorosa
Had a catholic guy commission a painting depicting the land after Christ carrying of the cross under an eclipse. He provided the canvas and even tho I’m not catholic it was a fun and interesting piece to paint
You know, like they kneel on the sidewalks outside Planned Parenthood?
Where are all the Priests refusing communion to politicians who vote against stronger gun laws?
Where are all the Priests blaming Republicans for working with the devil to kill children?
Where are all the Priests arguing a six year old has a right to life?
Duomo di Siena (Italy)
pray today sin tomorrow
cutest bible
I seriously hate Christians, they’re all so out of touch and racist. Imagine knowing that your ancestors were responsible for killing off 90% of a population and destroying their religion and culture, but then you try to make their ancestors OK with said genocide by making churches and religious iconography just to pander to what’s left of their community.
So, seriously, I don’t want Christian angels that look like racist depictions of natives wearing peacock feathers and crosses, which were never part of any native culture. I want Christians to help rebuild the schools, restore the communities, and revive the native religions that they took from us. Until that happens, all Christians are just racist, thieving, dirty, genocidal douchebags to me.
Christians or other groups that are pro-genocide and racist, don’t interact. And if you disagree with this, you should educate yourself and see the reality of things before you say anything defending your cult/hate group to someone who actually lives with the consequences. Only racists argue they’re not racist when presented with these kinds of scenarios.
Also a reminder that religion (unlike sexual orientation, race, gender, skin color, disability, pretty much everything else that Christians hate being unlike their own) can be changed. If you’re in a racist, bigoted religion that has committed genocide, you can either convert out or admit you’re just as bad as the people who believe that.
There are NO GOOD CHRISTIANS. If you are a good person, you’re not Christian. Convert or act like every other bigot. Stop lying to yourselves that good Christians exist. It’s like saying you’re a good nazi. You’re not.
every time i speak of her i flinch
every time i think of her i feel a little bit of air
has lodged itself inside of me and will not let me speak
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tell me where will you run when jesus comes?
where you gonna run when jesus comes?
latest wip of blorbo father paul and his funky lil angel friend
i’ve been working on this for 3 hours straight. my back hurts
hyperfixating on this is not enough i need to eat it
Christians with jesus christ
why is there a new popular post with a joke about eucharist every week on this website
October 11th is National Coming Out Day and though I never considered what I did as a ‘coming out’, I suppose it felt that way to a lot of people.
I never knew what I was, but I always knew what I felt and I never intentionally hid it from anyone. I wasn’t straight, I knew that because girls. I liked them. But I had too many crushes on the boys I knew to be a lesbian.
I never considered myself 'Bi" because it felt wrong to limit my love to two groups labeled arbitrarily. I knew there where more out there and I knew they deserved as much love and consideration as anyone else. That I could give that love. I still know those things.
When I came to the University of Idaho and found myself thoroughly surrounded by the LGBTQA* community I also found that people were not sorted into cubbyholes of sexuality. That, much like cravings you have for this or that, it is fluid, changing, and very much a spectrum.
I also learned there are different degrees of sexual desire. As a teenager you learn that every teen wants to have sex. Their hormones are elevated and insane and all they want is to lose their pants.
Through self-reflection and close friendships, I now know that not to be true. Asexuality is one degree in which a person has no interest or desire in sexual contact. What they call sexual addiction, is a desire for constant sexual activity. There is also Demi-sexuality. A Demi-sexual only feels attraction to someone they have had an emotional connection with.
If I were to put myself in the societal cubbyholes, I would be in one entitled “Pan-romanitic, Demi-sexual.” Google is a great tool if you are confused by any of these terms.
As I said, this was not something I 'came out’ over. There were far more heavy situations where I had to admit something to members of my family.
I spent a lot of my childhood going to church and was baptized at age ten as a Christian. When I was thirteen, I realized that though I tried,my faith was neither genuine nor sustainable. It was not in my hard-wiring to be a person of faith.
My aunt questioned me and asked me to try again, my father said my reasoning was stupid. My mother, an unaffiliated spiritualist, looked sad but was not otherwise upset.
When it slipped out of me at my Gramma’s house, she told me I was going to hell.
Let me explain my Gramma’s sentiment. She was raised, I believe, Presbyterian. Her father did not often attend services and she disagreed with her mother’s church. As she grew into a woman, she found an interest in Catholicism. She met my Grandpa Fred, who was Catholic, fell in love and converted to the church. She has been a dedicated member ever since, deriding her own meaning from the bible while still staying within the faith.
So when she said I was going to Hell, it wasn’t because I’ve my deviance from faith, it wasn’t because of my sexuality, and it wasn’t because of some harsh, intricate, Catholic judgement. I have always been on the path to Hell, in her mind, because I was born outside of the catholic church and have never converted. No other religion can save me.
Her comment hurt the least.
When I came out to my dad about my lifeong anxiety and depression, his words were: “See, if you would ask God, he would heal you.”
This was the hardest thing to tell my family. It was the biggest lie spread over the widest timeline that I’d ever admitted to. I wasn’t happy, I didn’t think I’d been truly happy since I was seven.
What my dad couldn’t bring himself to hear was that I had tried for years when I was a child. But much like praying the gay away, praying the mental illness away does not work. Still, he insists that God is my answer.
Serenity, is my answer and I find it in energy. I believe, I told him, that everything in this universe is connected and I believe as the Pagans did. Every word, every action, every thought resonates and effects everything else.
So in the spirit of National Coming Out Day, I not come out to you as mess of a Pan-Romantic, Demi-Sexual, mentally ill, Atheistic Pagan Witch.
Still no more important or special than anyone else. Neither am I less important or special than anyone else. Coming out isn’t about gaining the spotlight and it isn’t a symptom of Special Snowflake syndrome. It is someone humbling themselves in front of you saying “Here I am. This is it.” Instead of being upset by their deviance from the social norm, remind yourself that this individual has exposed a part of themselves to you out of love and trust.
Happy NCOD!
“For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead.
It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as quickly as one can. At such times it seems that the conversation is spoken by automatons who have no choice in what they say. I hear myself or someone else saying things like: “In my opinion the Russian people are a great people, but - ” or “Yes, what you say about the hypocrisy of the North is unquestionably true. However - ” and I think to myself: this is death. Lately it is all I can do to carry on such everyday conversations, because my cheek has developed a tendency to twitch of its own accord. Wednesday as I stood speaking to Eddie Lovell, I felt my eye closing in a broad wink.
After the lunch conference I run into my cousin Nell Lovell on the steps of the library - where I go occasionally to read liberal and conservative periodicals. Whenever I feel bad, I go to the library and read controversial periodicals. Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or a conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown; all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.”
