Seventies Child

They have just announced that the pope has lost consciousness and I feel it is only a matter of hours before they announce his death. I feel the affects of this, in an emotional and religious way, yet I feel conflict because of my unfavorable opinions of The Church.

I was in the 7th grade when Pope John Paul 1 was elected and died 28 days later. Speculation as to the manner of his death (natural death vs. murder?) rivaled only the mourning the Sisters of Notre Dame displayed in my small town school. When Pope John Paul 2 was elected, I learned that he was a Pole (we were just learning about the struggle for Polish democracy),he was younger than most popes, and that most importantly to me, he was a writer, a poet.

I will always respect the pope for the man he was, and I can always hope that the new Catholic leader will open the faith to a new way of thinking...tolerance, gender equity, and common sense.

It is only a matter of hours.

Mrs. CB and I went to the grocery this afternoon to get the shit we need for poker tomorrow night. I could not believe how crazy that place was. People- we are getting some snow. They are not calling for a blizzard. If they were, I'd have been raiding ABC liquor and hitting all my friends up for porn. But to be on the safe side, we did grab some extra wine and a 12-pack of Corona. And limes.

It looks like my city is trying to become little NYC. A Downtown News Station will surely propel us into that select group of cities that does not need the state added behind it. I can't wait to see some of the local yokels broadcasting like they are on the Today show. [/sarcasm]

My poor cat has kitty pink-eye. And he runs when he sees me coming for him because I am the "bad mama" that has to put the ointment in his eye.

Did I mention that there are some seriously fucked people on the internet?

Did I ever mention that at one time I seriously considered becoming a nun? I think this is why I can't write smut. Maybe I am being punished because I have issues with authority, chastity and poverty (not necessarily in that order.)Or because I crushed out over the nuns as a youth (and last week.)

Yeah...I'm working on "Harlots". And packing a summer wardrobe for that one-way trip to Hell.

This is a bit long-winded, so I put it behind a cut tag. Anyone interestd in reading about the exploits of my 20th Class Reunion are more than welcome too. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and hide the guilty. ( Read more... )

Dear Fellow Catholic School Reunion Attendees,

Yes, I am a raging lesbian...I rage in a lesbianistic way every chance I get.

Yes, this is Mrs. CB and no, we don't have any children, but we do own a nice ranch house where our five cats run free.

No, I didn't have a crush on you or any of the other bitchy cheerleaders. I was too busy leering at the Spanish teacher and the girls basketball coach.

Sure, I'd love to see a picture of your kids. WHOAAAA! Is that your daughter? Oh yea!
I mean, she is an adorable young lady. How old is she again?

Sincerely,
Teh Hott Lesbian Love