Christianity, It’s For The…Well You Know

At first I thought it was a tired, shitty Christian metaphor. You know, something about soaring with God or how we all need Jesus in our nests or how the holy spirit is there to preen us and regurgitate sustenance into our mouths or how god indiscriminately shits all over our freshly washed cars. But […]

I'm attracted to wholesome women like my grandmother. Maybe its because she was my maternal care taker or maybe its because I'm an incestuous necrophiliac.