July 21, 2019

It is the apparently tenuous question so much of the debate with the sex abuse scandals surrounds: Do victims matter? I was just informed by the host of a popular podcast for Catholic women that we in fact don’t; at least, we don’t when it’s uncomfortable and inconvenient for other Catholics. I have followed this podcast for at least a year and was a subscriber on its email list. Yesterday morning, an email in my inbox from the podcast described… Read more

July 14, 2019

She was ripped from her bed, bruised and torn and bleeding from where they’d smacked her, where the rocks had struck her, where her arms had been pinned down by the other half of her sin. Her diversion from grace and from truth was capitalized by the fact that she was completely bare before the alternately disgusted and leering eyes of the men in the crowd. The women were silent, watching her with knowing eyes and knowing pain, well aware… Read more

July 9, 2019

I don’t usually write when I’m this angry. Healthy ways of dealing with anger is something I’m working on in therapy. But you know what? I don’t give a flying fuck right now because if I don’t write this down now, I’m going to be raging the rest of the day. Not good for my home life and not good for my blood pressure. Oh, and if you didn’t realize that fucks fly, you’re probably too sensitive for this article…. Read more

July 7, 2019

  Welcome to Strange Enchantments. Our brief moments together tonight are devoted to the spells we weave with the truths we tell. Each of us tonight has lived our lives on the margins in one way or another. Our stories make the proper people surrounding us uncomfortable. So they’ve taught us to keep those stories silent, hidden deep inside, and we’ve learned those lessons well. We must not make others uncomfortable. Tonight, I’m finished with those lessons. Tonight I welcome… Read more

July 2, 2019

The juxtaposition of faith and life hit me like a slap to the face when I was getting my Beauty and the Beast tattoo colored. After my previous blog post, I was given what I thought at the time was good advice, to call my local parish to request Communion brought to me at home because of my PTSD associated with attending Mass in person. But I was terrified–no, PETRIFIED, of calling the diocese and being forced to explain myself…. Read more

June 23, 2019

You were presented in the beginning As pristine, unblemished, pure one We were instructed so by your disciples And yet we missed the view of your cunning   Your cruelty and shackles Which you placed upon my darling Dear ones. Their only desire was a bosom And a home. We missed your hackles that revealed your true nature Your hunger for blood and sacrifice That was unjustified in the noonday sun When these poor ones searched for water   This… Read more

June 18, 2019

  Paying Prolife Protesters Back in August (or perhaps even earlier) I started to see in some Franciscan University student and alumni groups that a classmate and former acquaintance of mine, Ella Witt, had been hired by a prolife organization called the Susan B. Anthony List. She began posting in those groups, announcing that the organization was paying money to people who would attend their protests, usually offering $100-$150 dollars to each protester, transportation to the protests, and a provided… Read more

June 2, 2019

Escaping the world and its horrors has always been on my purview of things that have kept my mental health safe; right now, more than ever, I think we need to dive back into fantasy. Today, this escape will take place in one of my favorite mythos: the Dark Knight, a.k.a. Batman. There is some exciting news today for those in the fandom: we are getting a new Batman–another name and face to add to the array of other names… Read more

June 1, 2019

The first time I watched Guardians of the Galaxy, I almost had to stop the movie when Rocket, the bionic, half-robotic, half-racoon sentient creature, screams in a drunken rage, “I didn’t ask to get made!” I was sobbing and my heart broke in two at the same words I had wept silently in my heart. Rocket screams this in angry tears at being called a freak because of the strangeness (and terrible torment) of his origin. He was the byproduct… Read more

May 10, 2019

***TRIGGER WARNING: ABORTION*** A lot had been building up to that moment. My mind was like a prisoner in a cage that refused to believe that it was imprisoned. My reality had been skewed, and I couldn’t see myself or my life situation clearly. The suffocating darkness of depression had first begun creeping in right after that terrible night in the ER. I had rolled my round, pregnant self out of bed at 2am after finding wet sheets all around… Read more

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