GrushaVashnadze
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Agree. Religion is complex: it is not just one thing. The more one learns about it, the more one baulks at one-sided depictions of it. I am deeply respectful of religion, but can be deeply critical of its practice as well. That is why I find that satire can be a good mode in which to write about religion, sex, and the interface between them.The fact of the matter is that religion and politics are such huge parts of people's everyday lives, AND both are so deeply intertwined with the subject of sexuality, that to ban them from having a role in erotic stories is incredibly and unreasonably limiting, in a way that, IMO, excessively limits artistic and erotic expression.
Some of my stories featuring religion have been rejected by Lit - though they have been published elsewhere. But this one survives here, and I think it is damned (!) good: The Cursed Cunt. The main character is terribly flawed, but I respect him, and sympathise greatly with his predicament.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," said the girl, once they had both settled into their respective halves of the confessional.
"How long has --"
"Oh, over a year, Father," interrupted Bernie. "I've got a lot of catching up to do."
Fuck, thought Father Jim. But, because he was basically a kind-hearted man, he instead said: "Well, take your time. It is good that God has called you back to the Sacrament now."
"Thank you, Father." He heard Bernie take a deep breath. "I... I'm married..." she ventured cautiously. "But I've not been strictly... faithful..." There was a long pause.
Ho ho, I knew it, thought Jim. Another pretty young slut, got hitched too soon, screwing around behind her husband's back. Two a penny. Had one just last week, didn't I? But instead he said, "And how long have you been having this affair?"
"Oh, it's not an affair, Father," said the girl. "It's kind of a weird binge, a bit... perverted, if you know what I mean. On the rebound, I guess, because I walked in on my husband, you know -- with someone else..."
Oh shit, thought Father Jim. This'll take all morning. Web of adultery -- seen it all before. One fucks around, the other goes off the rails, and soon they're all crotch-deep in moral turpitude. Why do they even bother to get married if they've got no continence? Should try and be celibate -- then they'll learn how lucky they are... All that passed through his mind in an instant, but of course he voiced none of it.
"You see," continued Bernie, "we were married a year ago -- here, before you came: Father Peter married us -- and, well, I thought it was going so well. We... we were really good in bed, you know... I mean, we really liked the sex and everything."
Too much information! thought Jim to himself. But he did not say that either.