Fuck Celibacy

If you look at it dispassionately, clinically, you’ve got to admit that parts of Catholicism look a-whole-lot like some sort of Psychological/Sociological experiment to find out how much it’ll take to make a heterosexual Man of God want to fuck little boys. Now, this may sound a tad harsh, but remember, we’re just examining the …

Transubstantiation

Throughout our lives everything about us changes; our looks, our values, our memories, all of it, right down to an atomic level. Maybe that’s one of the reasons so many are obsessed with butterflies. All over the world these bugs are symbols of transformation. Between their births and their deaths they reshape themselves into things …

Bitch, Dyke, Slut, Whore!

(Title stolen from, but unrelated to a Crisis song) I’ve seen the light! I think I now understand why sex is evil. Once upon a time, back when the Earth was full of gods, devils, and ‘innocents,’ all that anyone ever knew were things that they’d seen, or had been told. Folks were just trying …

Monotheism & Misogyny

Apparently last week I compared our happy, friendly, Judeo-Christian view on women to that of our theological cousins in Islam. I guess I said both their modesty mores are arcane traditions woven into the fabric of societies based on oppressive, misogynistic religions. Well, it’s a week later, I’ve gotten some complaints, and’ve had time to …

The Right to Bare All

I hate television. I don’t think I’ve ever owned one that got channels. I have to admit though, occasionally through cultural osmosis a show or a character will capture my attention, and hold the poor hyperactive little thing hostage until it wastes away. They can’t survive in captivity, you know. My favorite shows often are …

Born-Again Transhumanist

To your surprise you wake up alone. It’s not your bed but that was expected. It’s still and dark outside, the person who’s bed your in once explained, “If New York is the city that never sleeps, Boston is the one that goes to bed at a reasonable hour.” Last-call at 01:00? Who ever heard …

The Clothes Make the Clan

As a younger traveler, I’d march through the airport draped in rags held together with chains, safety-pins, and bits of shredded patriotism. Like gutter royalty I wore a crown of multicolored dreadlocks spiking in every direction. Upon my shoulders hung all the weight of the world in a pack with an upside-down American flag on …