I am not a religious girl. I had more than my fair share of religion as a child, and as an adult, I’ve seen the damage it’s done to people I love and whole countries of people I’ll never know.
But I was raised in religion, and perhaps that explains some of the reason I’m drawn to religious imagery — the art, the language, the mythology — all of it.
It doesn’t turn me on, per se. “Turn-on” isn’t the right word for it. It’s more that I find it… erotically compelling. Is erotically compelling a thing? If it isn’t, it should be.
I think of “turn-ons” as physical, immediate, fairly predictable and straight-forward. But something that’s erotically compelling feels more cerebral — deeper, somehow — it feels more nuanced and profound, but also, more abstract and fluid.
I enjoy the ideas of worship, reverence, and prayer, and I’m drawn to language that speaks of the divine, the ethereal, and the powerful. I find figurative baptism, confession, and communion compelling — as metaphors and symbolic action. I often find myself fantasizing in narratives of commandments and corruption, of the fall from grace, of absolution and salvation.
I’m drawn to the idea of the forbidden; of fruit (of knowledge) so tempting that you’d sacrifice eternity for just a taste.
In the days that follow, I’ll share bits and pieces of what moves me. I can’t say they mean much or add up to anything, but (to me) they are compelling… erotic… hot even.
I considered calling the series “Holy Fuck,” but that sounds too base. Maybe I’ll call it “Contemplating the Divine”? Either way, more to come… soon.
(If you’ve got a better title… let me know! I came up with the best series title in the shower… and then I forgot it. Two points to whoever jogs my memory…)