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[sciatrix]

one 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.

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[sciatrix]

Exactly. It's important, sometimes, feeling like you have a connection to where you come from and where you're going--especially if you, like me, are disconnected to that where-did-I-come-from aspect of things.