Tallulah's Thread. Fuck yeah.

So, I was raised Catholic. We went to church every week for the first 12-13 years of my life. I recall going to Confession only a handful of times because it scared me. Not because I had so many things to confess - I was a meek child... I know, difficult to believe. I'd never have thought to misbehave in any way. And so my panic was what would I confess to?? So I made shit up. I guess that irony was lost on me as a child. :ROFLMAO:

So, I had a thought to write a confessional here but then realised I don't know how I would have started it. I'm pretty sure it wasn't "Dear God", but I do know you were supposed to announce how many days/weeks/months it had been since the last confession.

But here we go...

Dear God,

It's been more than 30 years since my last confession. I confess now that I can't return to church and do this in person because I'd be too distracted in trying to seduce the priest in hope that I could recreate Fleabag's experiences. So, I'll just do it here, online - because, well, times change and all that.
I was a very good girl when travelling. I only masturbated once because there was one day when I just couldn't stop thinking about sex. But I didn't violate anyone or anything else, so that's got to count for something.

We both know I keep trying to behave but let's face it, it's not going to happen. And I think that my low-libido times when I DO behave should also count for something, and at least level out my manic times somewhat.

So, bottom line is, I'm just checking in with you and saying I should get a gold star for not attending church anymore. You don't need me there causing more trouble. (y)
 
So, I was raised Catholic. We went to church every week for the first 12-13 years of my life. I recall going to Confession only a handful of times because it scared me. Not because I had so many things to confess - I was a meek child... I know, difficult to believe. I'd never have thought to misbehave in any way. And so my panic was what would I confess to?? So I made shit up. I guess that irony was lost on me as a child. :ROFLMAO:

So, I had a thought to write a confessional here but then realised I don't know how I would have started it. I'm pretty sure it wasn't "Dear God", but I do know you were supposed to announce how many days/weeks/months it had been since the last confession.

But here we go...

Dear God,

It's been more than 30 years since my last confession. I confess now that I can't return to church and do this in person because I'd be too distracted in trying to seduce the priest in hope that I could recreate Fleabag's experiences. So, I'll just do it here, online - because, well, times change and all that.
I was a very good girl when travelling. I only masturbated once because there was one day when I just couldn't stop thinking about sex. But I didn't violate anyone or anything else, so that's got to count for something.

We both know I keep trying to behave but let's face it, it's not going to happen. And I think that my low-libido times when I DO behave should also count for something, and at least level out my manic times somewhat.

So, bottom line is, I'm just checking in with you and saying I should get a gold star for not attending church anymore. You don't need me there causing more trouble. (y)
It’s “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”
Or at least it was the last time I went to confession about 40 years ago.
 
So, I was raised Catholic. We went to church every week for the first 12-13 years of my life. I recall going to Confession only a handful of times because it scared me. Not because I had so many things to confess - I was a meek child... I know, difficult to believe. I'd never have thought to misbehave in any way. And so my panic was what would I confess to?? So I made shit up. I guess that irony was lost on me as a child. :ROFLMAO:

So, I had a thought to write a confessional here but then realised I don't know how I would have started it. I'm pretty sure it wasn't "Dear God", but I do know you were supposed to announce how many days/weeks/months it had been since the last confession.

But here we go...

Dear God,

It's been more than 30 years since my last confession. I confess now that I can't return to church and do this in person because I'd be too distracted in trying to seduce the priest in hope that I could recreate Fleabag's experiences. So, I'll just do it here, online - because, well, times change and all that.
I was a very good girl when travelling. I only masturbated once because there was one day when I just couldn't stop thinking about sex. But I didn't violate anyone or anything else, so that's got to count for something.

We both know I keep trying to behave but let's face it, it's not going to happen. And I think that my low-libido times when I DO behave should also count for something, and at least level out my manic times somewhat.

So, bottom line is, I'm just checking in with you and saying I should get a gold star for not attending church anymore. You don't need me there causing more trouble. (y)
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