On telling secrets. On Coercion. On defying the parents & authority. On destroying traditions & creating new ones.
Oh, the secrets we keep...
I’ve got a secret. Ready?
I’m always angry. It’s weird. Some days I’m at a simmer. Other days, I boil over. I try to control it, but I’m not always successful. I have no idea where this comes from. Some sort of repressed memories? Terrible experiences I’ve buried deep down? A collection of these? I don’t know. Let’s explore. Shall we?
I’ve told my audience on Substack that I was forced & coerced to do many things against my will as a child, church being at the top of the list.
God, I hate church. I despise it! Fuck the catholic church. Fuck everything they supposedly stand for. You stand for shit when you’re a collective hypocrite. Fuck your hypocrisy! Fuck your beliefs. And fuck your policies. I stand against you.
It isn’t just that, though that is a fine start. There are other things. I just didn’t have anything in common with my parents. I still don’t. The stuff they wanted to do was lame, suburban white people shit. I mean, really lame.
For example, dinner with priests & old people…
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