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She waves the question off. "Don't worry about it."
I hate it when people say that. I hate that they assume it's an option for me, I hate that.
"Of course I'm going to worry!" I shout at her, throwing my hands up. "I'm not capable of not worrying about it. It's built into my faulty toaster of my brain,
I don't know why people assume shit like that. Like being an atheist requires some sort of tragic backstory.
If I didn't know he'd devoted his life to indoctrinating impressionable children and never getting laid, he'd almost look normal.
A heretic is someone who has belief, but not the right kind. At least according to the Catholic Church. A heretic might believe in God, but some of the other things she believes don't match up with the party line.
Lucy is not one or the other, pure or dirty. Lucy
is Lucy. She could swim in a sewer, have sex with every single person in the world, and she would still never be dirty. I hate him for trying to tell her she
could be.
You don't have a monopoly on suffering, okay?" I say, my voice rising. "Other people get to be mad about their lives. Your broken leg doesn't make my sprained ankle hurt any less.
Good intentions don't excuse destroying somebody's culture. Good intentions don't excuse anything. We can't judge dead men by our standards, fine, but we choose who we canonize, and we can do better. Shouldn't we want to do better?
It's theology. Were you expecting sex, drugs, and rock and roll?"
"One out of the three would be nice.
The only thing more dangerous than someone who doesn't care about the rules is someone who does - and wants to break them anyway.
just because a person says something is true doesn't mean it is, and anyone who tells you otherwise is probably trying to keep you from doing something fun.
The end of the world is almost here," I say. And then, even though he won't get the Book of Revelation reference, "Surely, it comes quickly."
"God," he says through gritted teeth. "I really want to make a sex joke right now. But you've ruined it. You've ruined it with the apocalypse.
I should have known, before I even knew your name, that you were going to be important.
Nuns are great, but they aren't priests. Nuns can't celebrate Mass. They can't hear confessions or consecrate the Eucharist. They can't become bishops or cardinals or popes, they can't become the people who make the big decisions. How do you change a church that doesn't listen to you?
I'd offer up my house, except Dad has been home nearly every night for the past week and won't be traveling again until after New Year's. Apparently, the Belgians take Christmas seriously.
Straight white boy destroys everything, world stops to listen?...That's the history of the Western world.
I don't believe in God, but that doesn't mean I believe in nothing.
Same idea!" he says. "I'm Jewish because everyone before me was, and you're Catholic because Spanish assholes forcibly converted your ancestors. How's that a choice?
She talks about me like I'm a rug that clashes with every room in the house. Like a cat that won't stop clawing at the curtains. She talks about me like she has buyer's remorse.
Just because it's not about you or me doesn't mean it's irrelevant.
If monotheism's true, anyone who doesn't worship that one God is a sinner. If polytheism is true, then my God can be real. You don't have to worship them or think they're good, but they can still exist. I can believe the Brighid's real, and Athena's real, and so is Jesus.
I believe in love. I believe in the love Lucy shows me, the kind I'll try hard to give back to her in full. I believe in things I can't put into words, but things I know to be true.
I believe in us. I believe in this.
Amen.
I wonder what the men in my family could do if the women didn't treat them simultaneously like kings and children.
I wonder what the Catholic Church does to people who get turned on at chastity assemblies. They probably castrate them.
Aren't most wonderful things a little bit strange?
New life plan: form a band called Cosmic Killjoy.