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Imagine my surprise when the next day THE PRIEST SHOWS UP AT MY HOUSE! First I looked out the peephole and totally freaked out. Then my dad looked, and shut the blinds. We were so paranoid! Surely we had commited some horrible sin and he was here to oust us.
He would not go away, and finally my mom realized what we were up to and invited him in for coffee and sweet things.
Most people talked about their relationship with "god," but I knew better. I had done my research.
I wanted to know how I could get out of being a Catholic. Because, after all, becoming a Catholic was no choice of my own, I was only ten days old when they sucked me in.
The religious director said I could just stop going to church, but I would still be Catholic.
Then I wanted to be ex-communicated. Well, she explained, when you are ex-communicated you are still a Catholic, you just are no longer allowed in the church.
Well, hells bells, then, I want to write a note to the pope denouncing my Catholicism and unbaptizing myself.
Impossible, she said. Even if you denounce Catholicism, the church still considers you Catholic.
I will become a Buddhist! No, she says, you are still Catholic.
Where do I go from here?
Why the Catholic god could forgive you of all sins, but could not accept that some people are gay, and women are equal to men.
Of course, this led me to grow up feeling very confused. I didn't think gay people were sinners, so why were these people telling me I was supposed to think they were gross and wrong?
My mom kicked ass and took names, she let me be a completely free spirit, yet at school I was learning that woman was a lesser being. I certainly didn't think I was lesser than anyone else, so why was my church telling me to submit?
