Here's the thing about me...I'm much more spiritual than I am religious. I grew up in a Catholic household and went to Catholic school in my younger years. I was even taught by nuns! Shout out to Sister Mary and Sister Geralda! Mary was awesome! Geralda was placed in an insane asylum the year after I had her for 4th grade. She was one wacked-out bitch! I honestly can't believe they even let her teach us for a full year!
So, as you can imagine, the Catholic church really did a number on me! LOL. I suppose you can tell from my writing that I'm a little different than most. But we are still doing an easter dinner today because our Nana wants one, and let's face it...who's going to say no to their sweet Nana? Not me!
Now, as I sit here trying to write a few chapters ahead so I can have the story ready to go while I'm away from home in a couple weeks, (going to be in Washington DC) I'm privately laughing at the difference between what today used to mean to my family, and what it means now.
While I don't necessarily support treating today in the biblical meaning, I don't have a problem with anyone else that does. To everyone their own, you know what I mean? Anyway, this brings me back to the original purpose of this post.
Bobbi is going through some pretty bad stuff at the moment. Her Daddies are some of the scariest men I've ever written about, but even they are going to be finding the next few chapters hard to deal with. I wish I could get this story off of my mind, but I can't. Not even for a day! I think I'll post the next chapter on Thursday, so stay tuned!
Have a great Sunday/Easter/Transgender Day of Visibility! I love absolutely every single one of you! You are ALL amazing people and I love to hear from you after you read my stories. You all keep me writing!!!!!!