Category Archives: Faith

10-Word Story: Vulnerable

Mental or physical; emotional or linen; she has no walls.

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Thank you to the beautiful woman whose photo inspired this piece of writing.

And thank you to Love Alchemical for a conversation we had recently that helped me to understand myself better:

Catholic In The 21st Century (CIC): There’s something about nudity that fascinates me. Through my writing, I hope I can figure out what it is. … …there is a sense of freedom to being naked that one can’t get any other way.

When one is naked, all that they physically are is exposed for all to see: There are no barriers of any kind (like clothes) to hide behind.

And I guess I’ve been looking for freedom in my own life lately. At times I’ve felt trapped. Confined. And I’ve wished I could “take off” my regret, anger, and fear as easily as a person takes off their underwear.

I apologize if this all sounds weird. I’m just thinking out loud.

Love Alchemical (LA)Thank you for sharing. The sense of confinement and desire for freedom resonates and easily correlates to being in our most natural state. You’re not alone 🙂

CIC:  You’re welcome.

And thank you for reading.

You’re right: “…desire for freedom resonates and easily correlates to being in our most natural state.”

It means a lot to know that I’m not alone.

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The Devil’s Daughter

When I was thirsty, Father filled my mouth with ashes.

When I was hungry, Father flayed Mother, serving me her skin on a silver platter.

When I was lonely, Father gave me Mother’s skull, to be with me always.

When I was sick, Father left me in a puddle of my own shit and vomit.

When I was cold, Father stripped me naked.

 

When I am pregnant, Father insists that he is my father, not the father.

When I choose to get an abortion, Father says “You’ll do it my way.”

 

Every child rebels.

I am no different.

 

Stepping into a circle drawn with blood, I add another bodily fluid to my father’s work.

Squatting, Father’s “precious” daughter pisses on Father’s “precious” circle.

 

Rising, I walk.

 

Holding Mother in my left hand, the fingers of my right hand probe my middle.

Then I know…

 

I am walking into a world that isn’t my own anymore.

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Thank you to the beautiful woman whose photo inspired this piece of writing.

Love Hurts

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
~Martin Luther King Jr.

Life is light
Light is love

Through the love of man and woman
Life is

Between a woman’s legs
Through blood and pain

Comes life

Light keeps the darkness at bay

Why?

Because
Love hurts

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Thank you to Love Alchemy for inspiring me to write this poem.

Feedback — positive and negative — is always appreciated.

Thank you for reading.

And thank you to the beautiful woman who made this photo possible.

What Is “Hate”?

Question:

If you:

1. Believed in the existence of the soul.
2. Believed in the existence of Heaven and Hell.
3. Believed that the body doesn’t last forever, but the soul does.
4. Believed that sin causes a soul to end up in Hell.
5. Believed that homosexual acts are a sin.

Than what would be the bigger act of hate?

To 1) Hide your beliefs from another, saying that there is no danger in homosexual acts?

Or 2) Tell the person that homosexual acts put their soul in danger?

My point being: Can we please move beyond calling people who oppose gay marriage “hateful”?

If I really hated you, than I would tell you that, when it comes to what two men or two women do behind closed doors, there is no danger of any kind.

A Response To “I love being naked!”

Note: The language in this post could be called “Explicit” so reader discretion is advised.

As followers of my blog know, I write about nudity. For example:

Nudity was reserved for the bedroom or the bathroom. So it was… interesting… to be naked in a room that was neither. Walking around the living room, I felt like I was seeing it with new eyes. I felt like, all my life, I had been wearing a “Clothes Filter,” and now the filter was off. My eyes were as naked as my body.
~Being Naked Outside

Because of my Catholic faith, I don’t want to shy away from subjects like nudity. As a Catholic, I’m supposed to be a light in a dark place:

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
~Matthew 5:14 — 16

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And that means talking about subjects considered by many to be taboo or indecent.

Which brings me to a blog I discovered weeks ago but, for the longest time, was not sure how to feel about. Until now.

Specifically, I’m talking about this blog post: I love being naked!

Below are excerpts from that post, and my thoughts on them:

…it’s such an awesome feeling. Having nothing touching your skin. Being able to touch anything you wanna touch, with nothing in the way. It’s looooove.

I understand. And I agree.

Being naked can be an awesome feeling. It can be nice to have nothing touching your skin. To be completely free.

“God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.”
~Genesis 1:31

“And the man and his wife were both naked and were not ashamed.”
~Genesis 2:25

It’s so sexy! Cuz that’s obviously what it’s all about. Being naked turns me on. Like big time. It makes me wanna touch myself all over all the time. And sometimes I do.

Once again: Perfectly understandable.

When you are naked, not only are you showing all of yourself, your body is preparing to give all of itself.

What do I mean? I mean this: Sex is an act of giving. The woman receives the man. The man enters the woman. The two become one.

“…a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh.”
~Genesis 2:24

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That’s why you want to sexually excite yourself when you’re naked: Your naked body is telling you “It’s time for sex.”

…I can get myself so increeeeeeeedibly turned on I can barely get myself to stop being naked any more.

There’s an old saying: “Too much of a good thing is a bad thing.”

I don’t say that to come across as the stereotypical religious scold…

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…I say that to tell you, belle noowelleDon’t allow your nudity to become too much of a good thing.

There could come a day when you regret the choice to be naked.

And I don’t want that day to come.

I want being naked to be something that changes your life for the better in ways that you continue to discover throughout your long and happy life.

I know that might sound corny, but it’s true. I want you to be happy, belle noowelle.

Being naked is so cool. It helps with getting naughty, it makes me feel sexy, and it makes lame Sundays so much more interesting. Try it!

belle noowelle, your honesty and openness is attractive.

You don’t have to be naked to come across as sexy. You are sexy by just being your unashamed and positive self.

What I’m trying to say is: You’ve found something that brings you joy, and you want to share that joy with others, so that they may have what you have. And, to me, there is nothing more beautiful than that.

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To conclude this post:

belle noowelle,

May being naked continue to bring you a feeling of freedom.

May your orgasms always be shattering.

May the people in your life always look beyond your naked body, appreciating your naked soul, too.

And, when all is said and done, may you look back on the life you have lived with no regrets, knowing that all the choices you made ultimately brought you to where you wanted to be, even if you didn’t know where it was that you wanted to be.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart…”
~Ecclesiastes 3:11

~21stCenturyCatholic

The Wild Witch

Her bones are made of earth.
Her eyes are the color of water.

Her hair is like the sun.
Golden.

This night, it is clothes that feed her fire.
Her old life is turning to ashes before her eyes.

She absorbs the vibes of the forest through the soles of her feet.
And in her soul the heart of her mother, Earth, beats.

Squatting in the earth, she pays no mind to the non-human eyes watching her.
Wiping, the leaf against her butt awakens the memory of one human’s kiss.

Receiving his gift on the night of a full moon, she does not howl with the wolves.
On the night of a full moon, she opens her legs, not her mouth.

Imagining her lips around her nipple, the two become one again.
If only for a moment.

In the earthbound wild she sleeps.
To dream of the magic that is flight.

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Thank you to the beautiful women, whoever they may be, who made the images used in this post possible.