Peter_Torque
Grill Instructor
Registered: May 2002
Location: No. California
Posts: 4175 |
Oh, you bet. We were Apostolic Pentecostals, one step removed from snake-handlers. We had to go every fucking night and twice on Sunday. Crazy shit. If you weren't writhing around on the carpet and barking gibberish at the top of your lungs four or five "brothers" and "sisters" would lay hands on your ass and hustle you up front for prayer, annointy-nointy and forehead-slapping in an effort to rid your soul of the debbil.
By the time I hit puberty I had been "saved" more times than a Baywatch extra. Then I got smart and just put on the show, using lyrics from Black Sabbath songs in my glossalia ("Gen'rals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerer of death's construction...") getting beaver-shots in prayer circles (rare, with those long dresses, but doable) and learning to play bass, which was the only thing I learned in church that wound up paying off. I'm still a Pro Musician.
Went to Xtian summer camp, which was the first place I ever put my finger up a girl and got my dick sucked by a cabin-mate in the shower room when we snuck down there in the wee hours. I went to summer camp every year after that, with progressively perverted experiences.
I quit church entirely at 16 and have never been back. I started my own cult at 24, dedicated to the whims and moods of my rather oversize reproductive equipment and experimenting with any substance that could be smoked, drank, snorted or rubbed on the genitals.
Now I am the Grand Exalted Poobah, Most High Potenta |