Putting the “Fun” back in “Fundamentalism”: Part 1, Sex Sounds Good

Lola Down
8 min readJan 8, 2022

The following is from an email Lo received from an admirer, slightly adapted to protect the guilty:

Dear Lo,

I know you don’t know me, but I feel as if I know you — really know you. Like Biblically know you. Sorry if that sounds weird or creepy. It’s just that I’ve been reading mysexlifewithlola for a long time and I even got all five audiobooks of Match, Cinder and Spark from Audible.com.

I’m writing to you because I thought you might be interested in what happened to me lately. I’m eighteen and I grew up in the Bible Belt. My parents are both fundamentalist Christians and I’m surrounded by evangelical Christians. I don’t subscribe to their beliefs. Maybe I did once, when I was young, but since about fifteen, I’ve gradually grown out of that. It’s probably no coincidence that my falling out with the Church coincided with my budding sexuality. Early on I knew I wasn’t “normal” and I didn’t fit in with all the couples of my school or the families of my community. I was attracted to women, but also men. I knew very well the consequences that happen to people like me if they get found out — conversion camp.

I kept to myself. I had very few friends and no romantic partners. There were a few people I could tell were like myself, but I dared not approach them. The fear was terrible. I was always anxious that I’d be found out and exposed for what I was — a freak. The threat was real, constant, and terrifying. Worse than the fear of death!

But thankfully I had an out: college. I was a very good student — mainly because I knew that getting out of my small town, my state, and the south was the only way for me to become me. I applied to and got accepted to some good colleges in the northeast and in California. I saw the dawn of freedom on the horizon and I couldn’t wait! That was summer 2019. I left for college in August and everything was going great! I immediately dove into so many relationships. I was what you would call “a slut” — in the most liberatory sense of that word! It was great, while it lasted.

But then came March, 2020 and COVID.

I was forced to move back in with my parents and two older brothers back in the small house in the backwaters of our backwards…

Lola Down

Just your average nymphomaniac next door. I love fan mail: downloladown@gmail.com