No buts ...
This is what happens when you give me 15 minutes and a prompt.
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If you’re a child, a prude, or a family member, exit now.
“Yeah, sex is good, but …”
No one ever says that but those who have never had good sex. Transcendent sex. Delicious sex. The kind of sex that has you answering your mother’s 6 am call with, “Yes, I’m having sex.”
Like, why say the ‘but’, you know? Why can’t it just be “yeah, sex is good.”
Is it because we have been so beaten with sex is bad? Bad like mary-joo-ahna. Bad like fat. Bad like disobedient to your daddy. Bad like hell.
Sex is allowed to be good only when it leads to babies and only when those babies are born on the right side of the altar and sex has to be bad right up until the moment when it starts happening with your husband, which by the way, isn’t really until the moment of insertion and then it better be good and you better be good at it even though you’ve never had a chance to practice.
I wonder about all of us who are virgins forever I guess if you never have penetration of any kind. Lesbians or other folks who don’t have sex with the dickly. Or do fingers count? No, of course not. Nothing counts but penises. Does that make all gay men whores and all lesbians virginal forever? Or does it really matter because in Sex Negative Church of God Not in Christ because pause all the gays and gay adjacents are going to hell, anyway? Do you think that’s the sin that got Lucifer thrown out of heaven? Was God just the first parent to abandon their gay son? Maybe that’s the light he brought – the revealing of all those shadowy areas where humans were just bumping and grinding and rubbing all of their parts together because damn it felt good. Maybe the Morning Star just thought it would be fun if we all got our rocks off a little bit and Jehovah was a stick in the mud about it.
Yeah, sex is good, but the only place you’re allowed to touch ecstasy is in church. You and the Holy Spirit can do it under the sacred covering of the white sheet. Spend all the time you need down there, receiving Her indwelling. Oh, you didn’t know? The Holy Spirit is a She. Shekinah is Her name.
So, if you’ve ever been slain by Her, which, let’s be real, just means She brought you to orgasm, you done did some gay shit. And I say you assuming you’re a woman because they almost always are. The men are in the pulpit screaming and the women are on the floor under the white sheet. Man up there just a pumpin’ and a sweatin’. Woman a good six feet away bringing herself to climax with the help of the Shekinah Glory. Sounds about right. Or usual, at least.
Nothing is as good as being well-fucked feels. Nothing. No thing. And that comes from a woman who has been caught up in the rapture of love and Christ. Who is supposed to treat the church like His bride, which explains why it be so dry up in there.