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Putting the “Fun” back in “Fundamentalism” Part 2: Satan’s Scrivener
[An email from a reader, continued from Part 1: Sex Sounds Good] [For the unexpurgated version, visit mysexlifewithlola.com]
So, my mom told my dad what she had found me doing. (She didn’t mention you, Lola, or the blog, or Match, Cinder & Spark, or the spanking.) I guess they discussed my whoring ways and decided that I shouldn’t be left alone. “Masturbation is Satan’s Typewriter,” read the sign in front of our church. If that was so, I was Satan’s scrivener.
My father was furious. He fabricated an errand for my brothers to run — something about getting new parts for the broken A/C unit. While they were gone, my parents sat me down at the kitchen table and interrogated me about sex. I didn’t let on that I’m attracted to women, but I also didn’t lie. I admitted that I’m not a virgin. Apparently, that was a deciding factor for my father. He said, “She has tasted from the Forbidden Tree. There’s no going back. She’s just going to want more-and-more. You know how it is,” he said to my mother, as if they shared this secret knowledge about women. “We can’t just let her go seeking after pleasure, fornicating with any Tom, Dick, or Harry who happens to be walking down the street.”
Little did he know that I’m not interested in dick, or Tom for that matter, but give me a hairy pussy and…