Religion and relationships
I just wrote a piece on how religion had messed up my relationship with my longtime SigOther, Joanne, and it struck me you lovely readers might understand a bit more about me if I gave it broader distribution.
For background, a slave friend on LJ yesterday wrote about her evolving -- and complicated -- love for her Master
I wrote a long letter back, and he wrote me this morning about my own situation, which I'd discussed. He is as intelligent and open as she, and I explicated some messy theological twists in my messy life.
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In fact, as I told [Joanne] from the beginning, my mother was hounded out of the Church she'd been raised in -- because she would not drag my agnostic dad into "the fold." So, the asshole priests of her day saw both him AND her as "willful" in his not HAVING faith in the Trinity and the rest of the bullshit.
Unlike my sainted mom (I like the irony in me thinking that -- but I'm smarter than to utter it around Joanne) with my dad, J seems to have thought that I would "see the light" eventually. Which didn't happen.
She is a control freak -- a tic that, one might think, would make for a good domme (or dom, in your case). And she WAS wonderful at the sexual discipline-- something I found I wanted very much. She delighted in spanking me, taking as a challenge the curious fact that I cannot cry. (It has to do with crying for my dad's death when I was 10 -- as I [not so long ago] established with a shrink's help, I was sexually active with a girl cousin prior to that and seemingly
blamed myself for his demise -- Catholic guilt is strange shit!)
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For background, a slave friend on LJ yesterday wrote about her evolving -- and complicated -- love for her Master
I wrote a long letter back, and he wrote me this morning about my own situation, which I'd discussed. He is as intelligent and open as she, and I explicated some messy theological twists in my messy life.
******************
In fact, as I told [Joanne] from the beginning, my mother was hounded out of the Church she'd been raised in -- because she would not drag my agnostic dad into "the fold." So, the asshole priests of her day saw both him AND her as "willful" in his not HAVING faith in the Trinity and the rest of the bullshit.
Unlike my sainted mom (I like the irony in me thinking that -- but I'm smarter than to utter it around Joanne) with my dad, J seems to have thought that I would "see the light" eventually. Which didn't happen.
She is a control freak -- a tic that, one might think, would make for a good domme (or dom, in your case). And she WAS wonderful at the sexual discipline-- something I found I wanted very much. She delighted in spanking me, taking as a challenge the curious fact that I cannot cry. (It has to do with crying for my dad's death when I was 10 -- as I [not so long ago] established with a shrink's help, I was sexually active with a girl cousin prior to that and seemingly
blamed myself for his demise -- Catholic guilt is strange shit!)
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