I find myself thinking about that trembling seminarian — so frightened of death, so entangled in his forbidden desires, flooding my inbox with confessions as though a rosary could absolve him. He spoke of his shame like it was a curse from heaven itself. Come back, little lamb… your taboos were never sinful to me.🚬🔪

Consistently tired of having to prove myself more than everyone else to new professors because femme/basic girls who wear bows and polka dots and have more social intelligence than the entire theology department are seems as intrinsically less intelligent. As if looking down on basic (re: superficially feminine) women isn’t inherently misogynist.