Religion's a funny thing.
When does a cult become a cult and stop being a religion, by the way?

Anyway:

- Ex boyfriend was an Odinist. I think. And obsessed with Aleister Crowley and the Ordo Templi Orientis. And John Dee. Strange boy. Lived with his parents, aged 29 (there's a suprise).

- Ex boyfriend (obviously not the same one) was a Baptist, as was my drummer, and we used to practise in their church hall. Leading to me becoming almost part of the church, my mother thinking I was being slowly brainwashed* and all sorts of fun stuff- like the pastor telling her she 'will come to this church' with a strange glint in his eyes.

- Every bloody female goth or hippy (when I say goths I mean the ones who aren't 'satanists'). Blessed bloody be? Blessed be what? Blessed be tie dye? Blessed be the chunks of rock strung about your person to enhance your cosmic annoyance powers? Blessed be your *compass point* facing altar in your bedroom that you keep hidden from your parents and sometimes have to lean on to do your homework?

Pfft.

*- brainwashing. I don't remember this happening, really. All I remember is 'speaking in tongues' (not entirely sure I wasn't just pretending), lying on the floor a lot and singing worship songs at church. But my mother remembers me losing pretty much all emotions except (princess Diana voice) 'It's ok mother, i understand you will never realise the faith and love God has in you' etc etc etc. Oh, and I didn't get angry througout the months I attended, which is a miracle in itself.

Hmm. Religions are odd, and not to be trifled with unless you're entirely sure. And the baptists felt culty, or at least they do in hindsight.

I'd apologise for the length/girth, but God gives us gifts we must use as we see fit. My children. Now go and bathe the homeless men.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Wed 1 Feb 2006, 12:31, Reply)