Putting the “Fun” Back into “Fundamentalism” Part III: No Sexual Deviancy

[Continued from Part II: Satan’s Scrivener. This story contains some objectionable material and it has been edited out. For the full story, read it at mysexlifewithlola.com.]

“We have two problems and one solution,” my father said to my mother as he glanced at me.

My mother turned her eyes toward me and nodded as if she understood him.

Just then my brothers entered the kitchen, famished as always, and started eating the pancakes my mother had made.

“Hey!” my father rebuked them. “What about giving thanks?!”

My brothers both looked up to my mother and thanked her before saying grace and giving thanks to the Lord for the food.

“That’s better,” my father said, digging into his stack of pancakes.

I was feeling uneasy about whatever was just exchanged between my parents.

I ate a little and then went to my room. All of my access to personal space and personal pleasure had been taken from me. The door to my bedroom was removed. I wasn’t allowed to sleep in there. This had been going on for about a month.

While I was sitting in my room, reading a parent-approved book, I could overhear my parents talking in the kitchen after my…