Within the past few years, I have dramatically changed my views on religion. To give you some background on me, I grew up in a typical Hispanic family that “practiced” the Catholic religion. I use the term “practiced” loosely. My mom and dad were not extremely stern about attending service on a regular basis. I used to call ourselves the “Holiday Church Goers”. Y’all know what I referring to... the kind that only attends on the “special days” like Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter or when a cousin was passing the obstacles of the what I like to call the Catholic Olympics – Baptism, Holy Communion, Confirmation and so on. When I was young, I never really complained about going because every time we went to the San Xavier Mission for an 11am mass, I got to eat at one of the many Indian food stands. Damn, now I’m craving a Popover with Beans. Anyway, as I got older, I had a hard time sitting through hour long speeches about “helping your neighbor”.
After my mom and dad divorced when I was in high school, my mom got some shit from the church since she was now a divorcee while my dad went on to get re-married with no opposition. That plus all of the things my Nana had experienced within the last five years, didn’t rack up any Brownie Points from me for the church. At some point after 2001, I really started to test my faith and made me question “is there a God?” After years of reflection, I can say that I am no longer a religious person. On the flip side, I am a traditional family person, to a point – as many Hispanics are. I have certain religious trinkets that were given to me by family members and things I do when I’m driving (sign of the cross when I see someone on the side of the road – thank my Nana for that) that are very dear to me, but it is completely for my family’s sake. I love my family more than anything so something like that is more personal than religious, if that makes any sense.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that anyone who does not think like I is an idiot for following what they choose to follow because I am a firm believer in “to each his own”. If it makes you happy, then great, go for it. I just have yet to find anyone who is so dedicated and deep into it that doesn’t come across as a pushy psycho or some shady pig fucker. I like how Sarah Silverman breaks it down and makes it sound, oh so silly... Jesus Is Magic. Go see the movie to find out why. Ok, I know have gone off the deep end on this subject. I could go on and on about this all day long, but I’ll shut my trap. The reasoning behind this rambling was due to some articles I read about the Vatican and World AIDS Day – which was yesterday for those that did not know. After reading a few of them, I was disgusted by the Vatican’s thoughts on prevention – which is basically null. But you know what...
Fuck the Pope.
Fuck the Vatican.
And fuck Es Spicy Hilton for wearing that Red Ribbon at her book signing yesterday. *vomit*
***image borrowed from www.perezhilton.com
Have any of you noticed how much Perez gushes over Paris now that he has met her?! *erk*
Well, the music on my iPod keeping me, somewhat, sane at work this afternoon: “Voyeur” by Kelli Ali and “Metal Heart” by Garbage.
If any of you ladies are in the Los Angeles area this evening, you can catch me slutting it up for my birthday at Miss Kitty’s “Kinky Cops & Dirty Robbers” at the Dragonfly. Check out Miss Kitty’s website for more info: www.misskittysparlour.com
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