Most of my formative adolescent experiences took place in churches, but it was never about god. What drove me was a feverish desire to belong.
To your church and to the world, there is nothing more dangerous than a woman wanting.
Both church and theatre demand from their followers the suspension of disbelief, and the ability to inhabit an imaginary set of circumstances in lieu of the known.
“I saw that God I’d been so determined to believe in not as an absolute, but as a construct that couldn’t take a joke.”
They were fallen angels, Satan’s henchmen, and they were everywhere.