“Masturbation conversations became the norm at Bible Camp. We would take turns sharing stories about touching ourselves and touching others and perhaps even touching each other you never know. The point, it seemed, was to bring yourself to the brink of supposed moral deprivation so that you could experience the ritual of being saved. Each increasingly sexual conversation was followed by prayer, reflection, and public repentance. And admittedly, it did feel good. There was a build up and a break down. Like an orgasm, only holier.”
via I Was A Baby Queer at Bible Camp | Autostraddle.
I want to write a massive, huge, wonderful novel that’s all about this. This is so freaking true about religious groups of almost all kinds. Uh, the sexual undercurrent that is. Not necessarily discussion of masturbation.
