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orapronobliss · 9 months
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St. Wilgefortis, pray for us
From Wikipedia: She is depicted in a full blue tunic with a substantial beard. She is venerated by the name of Santa Librada in Argentina and Panama.
She is often shown with a small fiddler at her feet, and with one shoe off. This derives from a legend, also attached to the Volto Santo of Lucca, of a silver shoe with which the statue had been clothed dropping spontaneously at the feet of a poor pilgrim. In Wilgefortis's version, the poor devotee became a fiddler, perhaps in the 13th century.
Because of her appearance, Wilgerfortis has been described as a "transgender saint" and is sometimes seen as an informal patron saint of persons who identify as gender fluid.
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bruja-colibri · 1 year
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Happy birthday Dorothy Day, today is a very great day to remember an amazing human, especially on midterm elections! Go vote. 
Dorothy Day was a social activist and anarchist who, after a bohemian youth, became a Catholic without abandoning her social and anarchist activism.
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dog-tooth-city · 3 months
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lovelyasteraceae · 11 days
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cw // catholicism, sex, virginity, queerness in relation to religion, sexual trauma
so i've been finding my way back to the catholic church, and i'm still figuring out a lot about my own beliefs and how i will practice my religion. it's hard, feeling torn between my faith and sexuality—not because of internalized prejudice, but because of the way i feel others will look at me. i don't know how accepting the church will be as i get more involved. and i already feel friction from my queer friends about my faith. i just want to find solace and community, but i fear that i'll always be on the outside of both.
as for sex, i can't decide if i should save myself for marriage or not. (yes i'm 21 and a virgin, mind your business lmao) sometimes i get scared because i don't know if i can even get married in the church, which i would like to be. and i'm nowhere near marrying somebody, but these are the things i think about as i start this journey. it's just a bit frustrating that no matter where i look, i feel alone and without community. i wish i knew people in my own situation, or at least close to it.
there's also the conflict of sexual trauma, trying to have autonomy over my own body, and figuring out if i even want to have sex. a small part of me is also afraid that nobody will want to be with me if i am unwilling to have sex, which i know is silly. but yeah gkskd
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divinebeloved · 6 months
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the Ecological Lord's Prayer
Cláudio Carvalhaes, Ritual at World's End
Our God, who art in pluriverses, the skies and the earth,
Blessed be Your name: Life. May Your pulsing life come to be seen, heard, touched, and felt through the oceans, the forest, in the rocks, in the life of plants, and in the sounds of animals and singing birds.
Give us this day our daily bread, through a variety of seeds and grains and leaves, without pesticides, without monocultures, from local farms, and from agro-biodiverse-cultures.
Forgive us our plundering of the earth, our total lack of relation and reciprocity with the earth and more than human beings; as cells, mycelium, fungi, and infinite processes of symbiosis, forgive us daily by giving back life when we destroy it.
Lead us not into consumerism and the devouring of the earth, but deliver us from the apathy that says nothing can be changed.
For Life is kinship, relationality, and reciprocity.
Now and forever.
Amen.
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maine-catholic-worker · 4 months
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In Orono, Maine!
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catholic-shadow · 4 months
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Always remember to respect your mother. Just as we praise Mother Mary for the pain she endured for her Son, the first mother of humanity is also worthy of praise.
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seraphimfall · 1 month
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i’ve read so much tradcath bullshit the last two years. i can confidently say tradcath men fit into one of two categories:
“protestant-raised and converted to catholicism because of his crippling porn addiction and racist tendencies. reposts crusader and conquistador memes. is hated in his local parish.” tradcath
“catholic-raised band kid who ate his lunches with the religion teacher. smells like mildew. cut off all his friends that came out as gay after high school. now larps as an aquinian scholar and cries after jerking off.” tradcath
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memecucker · 24 hours
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Bodily autonomy to do what, exactly?
Recreational abortions
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hussyknee · 5 months
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People declaring the Pope should excommunicate Joe Biden for genocide has me like??? Bro...what do you think the Catholic Church was built on...
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strangersatellites · 10 months
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very excited to announce this!!!!
envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3
this is part one of what will be the
Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)
pride (noun) - inordinate esteem for one’s own excellence. It is a habit or vice that disposes us to think more of ourselves than we ought. 
The Hair.
King Steve. 
Pretty Boy.
Steve is no stranger to objectification. He’s well acquainted with the way girls blush and giggle when he smiles their way in the halls. The way guys seem to puff out their chests when they speak to him. 
In fact, his physical appearance has become so much a part of who he is at this point that he’s probably single-handedly keeping Farrah Fawcett spray on shelves across the nation.
But the thing about being naturally attractive, Steve learned the hard way, is that humility is what really gets under people’s skin. 
Blushes go pinker when his response to a giggly “You look handsome today, Steve,” is looking at his shoes with a quiet, “What, this? Thank you.”
Other boys look less ready to throw a punch or an insult his way when they sprinkle their gametime trash-talk with “Pretty Boy” and “King Steve” if he just laughs and keeps playing.
Humility is what really does it.
For most people.
In the past few months he’s been dating Eddie Munson though, he’s realized there’s one exception. 
It's not that Steve doesn’t think he’s attractive. It’s not that at all. He knows he’s good looking, spends an inordinate amount of time making sure he highlights it daily. Loves it about himself actually.
He doesn’t usually let people know that he knows, is the thing.
But Eddie loves when he’s vain.
Loves the way he primps in the mirror before they go out.
How he spins around to make sure his best assets are on display.
Steve’s honestly lost count of the number of times he’s been talking to himself in the bathroom, staring at his reflection saying “Damn, I look good in this outfit,” before arms are snaking around his waist and squeezing at his hips. A gravelly, “Fuck yeah you do,” in his ear.
That’s why, with a Herculean effort, Steve pulls himself away from Eddie’s lips where he’s in his lap on his couch.
They’re both breathing heavy, lips swollen, and eyes glassy. But Steve has an idea.
He rubs his thumbs over Eddie’s cheeks and breathes a laugh when he turns to nip at one of them. Can’t help but to lean in and kiss him again.
“Can we try something, baby?” He whispers into the barely there space between them.
Feels Eddie nod and hands grip at his thighs.
“Anything you want, Stevie.”
He trails a hand back to tangle in Eddie’s curls and shifts to bite at his ear and whisper, “Want you to fuck me in front of the mirror. Wanna watch.”
When Eddie pulls back from him it’s with a wicked smirk and eyes darker than Steve’s ever seen. He bucks Steve up and off and smacks him on the ass when he turns to leave.
“Yeah baby. Let's go watch how pretty you are.”
He knows his smile is blinding when he laughs back over his shoulder. 
*****
Steve always thinks he’s hot, but he thinks he’s prettiest when he’s kneeling and sitting back on his boyfriend’s dick with tear streaks down his cheeks and drool down his chest. 
He’s so spacey, and so stuffed full that he’d agree with almost anything Eddie said. 
Currently it's a litany of, “Look at you baby, you’re so hot,” and “My sweet baby. Prettiest angel,” and “Look how pretty you are, huh,” with every punch of his hips and bite to the side of his neck.
Between Steve’s punched out breaths and whines he’s nodding. “Mhm. ‘M the prettiest. So pretty when I cry.”
His agreements have Eddie groaning and wrapping the hand not digging into his hip around the front of his neck and dragging him backward into a bruising kiss. 
He’s smiling and Steve can feel him laugh when he whimpers against his mouth. “Tell me about it baby. Tell me what’s pretty.”
Gasps from deep in his chest when Eddie wraps his hand around his cock and tugs. 
“Tell me.”
Steve whines once and squirms under the attention. Loves it. 
“My eyes,” he gasps. Eddie hums from behind him and slows his hips to a deep grind. “My eyes look really green when I’m crying. I like them.”
A soft kiss dropped to his shoulder and two sets of eyes on him in the mirror.
“My hair. Like it when– when it's messy,” a hiccup and eyes squeezed shut when Eddie shifts inside him just right. “Like when it’s messy from your hands.” 
He slides his own hands up his thighs and squeezes at the hand Eddie still has against his hip. 
He meets his own gaze in the mirror and his face breaks into a smile as his chest heaves.
“Like my lips when they’re swollen. People can tell I just kissed you. Want ‘em to know.”
In a second Eddie’s got a palm flat against his back and has his shoulders shoved down into the carpet, his head twisted to see himself.
He knows he’s falling fast because he giggles when Eddie grips at his hips and pulls him back onto his dick. Giggles even more when Eddie looks up at him in the mirror and smirks when he pushes in deep.
“Pretty when I’m ass up for you,” he smiles and his eyes finally stray away from his own reflection to meet his boyfriends gaze, fucked out and cocky.
Eddie lands a sharp smack to his ass and squeezes. “Hell yeah you are baby. So pretty when you’re on my dick.”
One of his hands slides up Steve’s spine and presses down on the back of his neck and pulls a gasp from his lungs. 
“But you know what baby?”
Steve hums with his eyes locked on the way his ass bounces with each meeting of Eddie’s hips.
The hand snakes back around to tug at his cock again and he knows it won’t take much more when Eddie grits out “Prettiest when you come for me.”
His legs shake and he lets out a high whine as he spurts into Eddie’s hand.
“That’s it angel. God you feel so good, Stevie,” is all Eddie can get out before Steve feels his hips stutter and his breath leave him in low groan.
Steve knows he’s attractive is the thing.
Knows he’s pretty and loves it.
People tell him all the time.
But one of his favorite things to hear is when he’s coming down from his orgasm high, his boyfriend lists the things he finds prettiest.
“Your smile.”
“Your laugh.”
“Your heart.”
“The way you love people.”
“The way you love me.”
“The prettiest is the way you love yourself.”
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thurifer-at-heart · 5 months
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A morning prayer that was shared on r/Episcopalian which I loved, from the Book of Common Prayer (1979). It's from the Ministration to the Sick (under "Prayers for use by a Sick Person"), but I hope it'll be helpful for anyone facing a difficult day. I prayed it this morning; I'll certainly need it often.
This is another day, O Lord. I know not what it will bring forth, but make me ready, Lord, for whatever it may be. If I am to stand up, help me to stand bravely. If I am to sit still, help me to sit quietly. If I am to lie low, help me to do it patiently. And if I am to do nothing, let me do it gallantly. Make these words more than words, and give me the Spirit of Jesus. Amen.
—The Book of Common Prayer (1979), p.461.
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bruja-colibri · 1 year
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One of my favorite forms of witchcraft that I do in my practice is candle magick! Veladoras.
In a Mexican household whether it’s a religious one or not, some of us do folk Catholicism, also it’s pretty similar to brujeria. I guess in a way folk catholicism (Mexican) it’s a form of Brujeria but also not. If you were to meet someone or know some one who practices, they will tell you that they are a “good” Catholic. A Mexican Catholic will say no “I’m Catholic, no soy brujo” .
Even though I’m not a practicing Catholic, I was baptized and raised in a Catholic household but I just can not label myself as a Catholic! Especially after all the harm and damage the Catholic Church has done to minorities. I still practice folk catholicism even if I’m not a Catholic anymore.
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if you’re a genderqueer christian, if you know & love a genderqueer christian, or if you’re simply interested in learning more about how Christianity and transness intersect with one another rather than contradict each other, then consider checking out the Transient Theology Zine — available now digitally & for preorder through 9/15! www.transienttheologyproject.weebly.com
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tortiefrancis · 1 year
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actually God blessed me with queerness
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apostate-in-an-alcove · 11 months
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The one thing progressive and conservative Christians have in common is that they both think they're exempt from any criticisms of their religion and they both have a passion for the 'no true Scotsman' fallacy.
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