Irish catholics: filled with shame always, are guilt singularities, deeply fearful of their mam’s finding out they didn’t go to mass.
Scottish catholics: healthy amount of guilt and shame, usually chill, same as the irish re: the mammy thing though.
French catholics: no shame, some guilt, guilt coped with by smoking.
Italian catholics: a bit of guilt, lots of fucking, lots of shame about said fucking.
Eastern eauropean catholics: not quite guilt or shame, more an all encompassing sense of dread. Unparalleled art and architecture though. Like honestly, amazing.
English catholics: fake and do not know god, most likely to burn on holy ground, most likely to commit arson.
specifically polish catholics: no guilt, no shame, lots of pent-up anger, will probably crucify you in the name of jesus, would spit at actual jesus and call him a filthy rat.
Mexican Catholics: guilt, self sacrifice, don’t have sex or you’ll die (but everyone does it anyway), pray to very specific saints to help with very particular issues, Virgin Mary is the real boss here, also death cult but in a happy way.
sending your kid to catholic school is the easiest way to guarantee your kid will not be catholic
Fun story: a friend of mine discovered she was bi-sexual and into bdsm at a catholic school after a nun put her over her knee and spanked her. Christians just can’t seem to get anything right.
oscar wilde said he was “addicted to cock-sucking”. also, oscar wilde said “penis-sucking” gave him inspiration
“love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling” I choked
So did Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde is a fucking character. His writing (or what I’ve read of it) just exudes gay themes. The hetero relationships have zero chemistry, but when the men interact? You feel like you’re just waiting for them to throw each other over a table and fuck.
If I remember correctly, his blatant homosexual overtones in his writing is what ended up getting him imprisoned, along with sleeping with a rich man’s son. His writing was so gay for the time that pretty much nobody could handle it, so the solution was, “Well, I guess we jail him?” The intent was to keep him from writing, but instead he just wrote more, and about his sex with men.
Also, here’s a great excerpt from Wikipedia:
“Though Wilde’s health had suffered greatly from the harshness and diet of prison, he had a feeling of spiritual renewal. He immediately wrote to the Society of Jesus requesting a six-month Catholic retreat; when the request was denied, Wilde wept. "I intend to be received into the Catholic Church before long”, Wilde told a journalist who asked about his religious intentions.“
Then he changed his name to Sebastian, a Catholic saint.
In short, this is why The Picture of Dorian Grey is one of my favorite books.
If I recall correctly, it wasn’t sleeping with the rich man’s son that got Oscar in the shit. It was because Bosie’s dad called him a sodomite, and Oscar tried to sue him for libel.
Which was a bad move, because there was plenty of evidence that it wasn’t libel–as a parade of witnesses and the letters between Oscar and Bosie showed.
And because of the stuff raised in that case (which Oscar lost, and was bankrupted by) he was then charged by the crown for the crimes of sodomy and gross indecency. The first trial ended in a hung jury. He was found guilty at the second trial, and imprisoned.
And also, Bosie was a basically a fuckboy and I hate him.
Yeah, that sounds more like what it was. It’s been awhile since I really looked into him.
Even still, I remember there was something about his writing getting involved, and they did try to tell him to forget he was gay in prison.
I also read somewhere that before the Oscar Wilde trial, it was quite common in England to see men walking arm in arm, as in other European places. But after that, it stopped.
okay I had no idea that he changed his name to Sebastian but I find that FUCKING HILARIOUS because St. Sebastian is The Gay Saint™
this is because all the depictions of St. Sebastian are incredibly homoerotic, largely due to the fact that a) Sebby is usually a handsome, shirtless twink young man with rippling pectorals and rock-hard abs and b) he’s commonly depicted being pierced by a bunch of phallic symbols arrows and/or spears.
observe:
I cannot BELIEVE that was unintentional. there is NO WAY someone as educated and gay as Oscar Wilde wouldn’t know about The Patron Saint of Twinks and Bottoms.