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Sep. 4th, 2018 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sciatrixone of the great things about digging into a story about a Catholic character is that I get to ask all my culturally Catholic friends shit like "what saint did you pick for Confirmation" and get answers back ranging from "uh, I didn't bother getting Confirmed: gross" all the way up to "oh yeah I had two saints: Joan of Arc, and of course John Chrysotom."
Most of my friends aren't currently practicing, of course, and I'm certainly not, but at the same time, it's--comfortingly familiar, let us say. It's a comfortable discomfort.
And there's the vicious glee from knowing that teenage me totally picked one of the queer saints purely by accident. That's pretty good, too.
Most of my friends aren't currently practicing, of course, and I'm certainly not, but at the same time, it's--comfortingly familiar, let us say. It's a comfortable discomfort.
And there's the vicious glee from knowing that teenage me totally picked one of the queer saints purely by accident. That's pretty good, too.
