Ah Easter Sunday… or in atheist and pop culture, Zombie Jesus Day. So whichever way you prefer, happy ___ to you.
This weekend has been a bit of a rollercoaster. I come from a very conservative Roman Catholic background. My family is very devout with their faith. They uphold traditions of ritual and wholesome values. I have the utmost respect for their commitment to the cross, but… well I know that I’m far from it.
I am the sterotypical cliche of a Catholic school girl gone wrong. I drink, I smoke, I delight in things that are both volatile and scandalous. I’m an atheist, outspoken, liberal girl who loves rock and roll, fast cars, motorcycles, piercings, tattoos and deviants. I revel in the throws of passion.
My idea of kneeling down to worship is on my knees in front of that certain someone (or someones). I am devoted to my work and play- but, well it just isn’t what my family would agree with. Oh how far the apple falls from the tree.
What daddy doesn't know... won't hurt him.
My parents are separated (ie: happier and divorced) and are both entering their second marriages. Mom still lives back home in Chicago suburbia with her husband that looks like John Denver. My dad, finally on the path to marrying the one girlfriend he’s had over the years that I get along with best… most of the time.
She’s not Catholic however. My father is very strict about this. Ah conversion… this is how I know for sure it’s a cult. He will not marry her until she completes the process of being one so that they can get married in a church ceremony. This weekend she was confirmed and got a few other sacraments. I was invited to go but unfortunately (fortunately) had work to do so I had to postpone until later today.
Ironically as it were, this season I found myself writing copy for a site for singles of all forms… sites to help you meet the millionaire of your dreams, to one night stands to… someone who shares the same faith. I found myself searching for answers. Anything to help assist me to write about something I had no connection to. I found this gem of a website (NSFW):
Pegging is not a sin if you do it with your significant other
For someone as far from those tracks as I am, despite the ease of my current project, I found the latter the most difficult piece to write. Also, since I am currently without a laptop, I can’t exactly just go to my dad’s and ask him to borrow the family PC to write smut copy. Regardless if I tell him that it’s work (which it genuinely is thankfully), he will tell me its crap. He doesn’t even need to know what it is to say that either- just that it requires me to be on the internet, and therefore it is evil.
I elected to stay in for a majority of my weekend to work on it, as my soft deadline is Monday morning. I will be committing a majority of today to family activities far away from this horrible place we call “teh interwebz.” Friday night was quiet. I saw the oo shiny of parties and event goings on, but wanted to get some work done. I took company with a longtime friend from Bakersfield across a screen.
“I sucked as a Christian that’s why i chose Atheism.” I told Tino.
This of course, led to even more ridiculous chats as the first initial reactions as to what to write didn’t exactly make it to print (there at least).
Here’s a few lines from the more… interesting form of copy, in prayer format:
Whenever I go to pray, I ask for a companion.
Oh dearest God… all I want more than anything is…
for someone to fuck me up the ass proper.
Dearest Lord please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and the wisdom to…
know just which guy is not going to need an instruction book to pleasure me in all the ways the devil would…
No! I mean!
I just want a close friend that I can tell anything…
like don’t be afraid to be man enough to pull my hair and yank on…
And if I could get a really great… ” girl blowjob” that would be awesome too.
I ask this through Jesus Zombie.
Ah prayer.. it seems I cannot escape it, even when I’m writing ad copy. It’s… amazing. Religion seeps into most everything weather we like it or not. If you don’t have a sense of humor about it, you will always be set up for heartache.
Yesterday was my “kick butt” class. It’s my monthly self defense class. The instructor gives encouraging talks throughout the seminar about real life applications to better enhance what you take out of the class. It’s one commitment that I have been doing for a few months now.
This month’s class was about pushing your limitations. We learned just how much you need to push yourself to get what you want. Hard work and determination will pay off… but only with a commitment to practice and focus. That said I can now both mentally and physically take your ass down if you mess with me. Beware LA dating scene or I’m going to fuck you up.
At the end of the class, the instructor wanted us to pay our respects with a very old bow and prayer. It was not a religious affair, and yet, it seemed as if it were. The act didn’t bother me though. I have the utmost respect for the ritualistic nature of religion, even if I don’t practice it. As long as it’s not shoved down my throat, I can observe in moderation. Despite being a really bad Catholic by practice (or lack thereof) for my father’s sake, in the right circumstances, I can shine with my knowledge about the faith when sequestered.
So there you have it. Another lesson from yesterday’s class… you can’t escape your past. Sometimes you have to embrace it and deal with it head on. I have a few more pieces to finish and then I’ll be making my way to suburbia to visit the family and have Jesus cake. Maybe I’ll even wear a dress. Because well later tonight, there may be a dirty boy in my future. Papa won’t know any better than to preach.