Conservative Clings

I was raised religious but à peine, as they say.

My parents saw the Church as subsidized childcare. Ironic, given ‘recent’ revelations, but I’m happy to say that all my priests were at worst indifferent, at least to me.

Maybe they just preferred boys?

It was the nuns I feared, but not sexually. At my school, nuns habitually saw the world in black and white, ensuring historical reconceptions were the only abortions we ever heard about.

Officially.

I still have religious friends from childhood, one in particular who continues to like and subscribe. She and I still talk, but never in complete sentences, mostly because she is always crawling with kids. I am not even certain how many she had at last count. I asked once, and she started to introduce me, but then one of them hit another one and another one got into it (kids are the origin of the domino theory) and there was blood and screaming and I decided it was time for me to exercise my right to pull out. It may be a sin, but it’s one of the non-deadly ones.

Hell, Mary.