The grounding I felt in organized religion was substantial: the loss, acutely painful. I found temporary relief in all the ways nature found me wherever I lived.
I had always found a gathering of women sharing their stories and wisdom an effective way to touch the divine.
Spending my childhood preparing for the Apocalypse exacted a price on my ability to trust, particularly in the concept of family.
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.