Monday, March 16, 2009


Ever since early Catholic education, I’ve rejected the concept of original sin. Now, in my ‘60s, I’m irate about it. Please Father, gimme a break; I had nothing to do with Adam and Eve. I can’t even figure out why God had to appease himself by sacrificing his only begotten son. What the heck is God pissed off at me for?

The concept of sin and guilt has ruined a lot of lives. To religious people, sacrifice is good and pleasure is bad—particularly sexual pleasure. Why else would all forms of non-reproductive sex be considered evil and criminal? There’s even a Biblical story to illustrate God’s this point: Genesis 19:24 tells the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. God informs Abraham that he plans to destroy the city of Sodom because of its wickedness. “Non-vaginal sex,” sayeth the Lord, “that’s not what it’s all about. I told you people to be fruitful and multiply and that’s not the way to do it. So you better get that nephew of yours out of there, because it’s going to hale some pretty nasty brimstone any day now.”

Until this day the derivative “Sodomy” refers to non-reproductive sex. No babies plop out of this union and this is unpleasing to God. If pleasure weren’t anathema to God, instead of destroying Sodom, He would have gone to Jerusalem and sayeth with Jewish accent, “Try it, you’ll like it.” But noooooo. He sayeth, “Woe be to you who fuck around. It’s my way or the highway …to hell.”

God wants fat asses sitting in pews— that makes homosexuals an abomination because they don’t reproduce. The word of God gets transmitted much faster and accurately in tight-knit, large extended families. Think of all the suffering throughout the generations this fact has caused. The state of Georgia, until a few years ago, actually outlawed oral sex between consenting adults—even if they were heterosexual and married.

To bring the point home—that religion loves sacrifice and not pleasure—I offer this excerpt from Mirror Reversal.

Looking at herself in the mirror with a serene smile of success, Cynthia reminisced about the great times she had the last few weekends at the rave clubs. She loved to dress up sexy and beautiful, get there early, and pick up the first good-looking hunk that turned her on. Then she’d spend the rest of the night disco dancing, having intriguing conversation, perhaps smoking a little grass – body stuff that makes the skin very sensitive to touch, nothing heavy – finally going up to the dark balcony and having doggie-style safe sex with her arms resting on the railing. While screwing she could overlook the festive dancers below, enjoy the Beats & Breaks music, and watch pixie light rays of color reflecting off the whirling glitter ball and the glitzy costumes. That was her idea of a good time, good clean All-American fun, and she tried to understand why this should be considered immoral by anyone who was into humanity and the human condition—especially in a world with so many people doing serious damage to one another and catastrophic damage to the environment.

And so I ask, with people killing one another every day, people blowing themselves up, and people ravaging and desecrating the great Amazon rainforest daily, I inquire, “Why is Cynthia’s idea of a good time considered immoral? “ The very pillars of society—the judgment of right and wrong—are corrupted by people who want everybody to observe the one true religion.

I’d love to hear any comments on whether Cynthia is a good girl who just wants to have fun, or an incorrigible sinner who should be stoned.

If you’d like me to continue this eccentric ministry, please pick up a copy of Mirror Reversal on Amazon or B&N. I just received word that God is coming to take me unless I sell a hundred books by the end of the month. Nah… forget that. I think somebody’s tried it already. Sorry Rev. Roberts.

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