Hey there ladies and gents,
Thanks to a lovely certain gent named Zane DeLong our Story Time with F-Word show is now up on Youtube! So take a peek and leave us comments.
-The F-Word Ladies
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Showing posts with label Confession. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confession. Show all posts
11.17.2010
Leviticus 18:22 by Hannah A Dunn
This piece was posted in request by another party. If you would like to see the written text of the conFession pieces, then please send us an e-mail at thefwordladies@gmail.com or leave a comment on our blog. We will ask the author for permission to post it, so it may not be granted.
Performed live in the Hahne Theater on November 16th, 2010 with The F-Word Ladies show conFessions.
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(Three different speakers each read one scripture. I stand in front, looking at my Bible as if reading the scriptures)
Leviticus 18:22- “Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable.”
Romans 1:26-27- “Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.”
1 Corinthians 6: 9-10- “Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God?
Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor catamites nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.”
Hannah: I was raised with these words. The Bible was the backbone of my life, and I believed whole heartedly everything it said. My family was very conservative, so I grew up with the ideas that “the gays,” people who had abortions, and basically anyone who didn’t subscribe to our version of Christianity were doomed to hell. I accepted that doctrine without question, judging anyone and everyone as I had been taught.
In middle school, I realized that I was, well, different. As all my friends started going out with their first boyfriends, I found myself looking at my friends themselves. I would think about how pretty my friends were, not how hot the boys were. It was confusing. What did it all mean? Could I be gay?
Perish the thought! Gays were sinners, they were destined for hell. The Bible says so. It calls them detestable! There was no way I could be gay! I was the pastor’s daughter, the perfect child—I couldn’t even consider the possibility.
As the pastor’s daughter, I lived in a fishbowl. I was expected to be more than perfect. There was no “just being a kid.” With my Mary Janes and perfect Sunday school answers, model interactions with my family and respectful nature, I was the model child. But even as the model child, everyone in the church would watch just to see you slip up, to catch you doing something that would somehow prove you were human.
The idea that I was somehow different filled me with fear. I couldn’t bring that shame on my family. What would they say? What would the church say about us, that my family had raised me to live a life in sin?
My mom spends all her energy trying to live up to the insane expectations steeped upon us. Anything that could threaten her status was eliminated. I asked my mom once what she would do if I told her I was gay. She said that I’d never step foot in her house again. Even me, her daughter, can’t stand in the way of her reputation within the church.
I continued through life, and as time passed, I continued trying to suppressing the thoughts, hiding the truth from myself. I thought that if I fought it hard enough I would be able to turn normal. But I could never suppress all of the doubts and insecurities.
So, I tried to rationalize it. I studied scripture, prayed, and doubted. I realized that the new covenant created through Jesus threw out the laws of judgment and damnation preached in the Old Testament. And the verses in the New Testament weren’t necessarily referring to homosexuality, but maybe to incest and bestiality. We don’t know.
I came to this conclusion—the Bible does not have any concrete verses against homosexuality. Some may claim that it does. This includes my family. They don’t take Jesus’ message of love and acceptance as the highest law.
As I work at coming out here on campus, people might not always like what I have to say. My family doesn’t know yet, but it’s a process. Other Christian groups here on campus might not even agree with who I am, what I’m doing, or what I stand for. People judge me because of my sexuality, without even getting to know me, or changing their minds based on one little fact.
My confession—I don’t care what others say. I am a Christian, and I am gay. I’m not ashamed of either of these things. God loves me just the way I am. I don’t need the church to accept me or my family to stand behind me. I know that I am a beloved child of God, no matter who else I love.
(Three different speakers each read one scripture. I stand in front, looking at my Bible as if reading the scriptures)
Leviticus 18:22- “Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable.”
Romans 1:26-27- “Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.”
1 Corinthians 6: 9-10- “Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God?
Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor catamites nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.”
Hannah: I was raised with these words. The Bible was the backbone of my life, and I believed whole heartedly everything it said. My family was very conservative, so I grew up with the ideas that “the gays,” people who had abortions, and basically anyone who didn’t subscribe to our version of Christianity were doomed to hell. I accepted that doctrine without question, judging anyone and everyone as I had been taught.
In middle school, I realized that I was, well, different. As all my friends started going out with their first boyfriends, I found myself looking at my friends themselves. I would think about how pretty my friends were, not how hot the boys were. It was confusing. What did it all mean? Could I be gay?
Perish the thought! Gays were sinners, they were destined for hell. The Bible says so. It calls them detestable! There was no way I could be gay! I was the pastor’s daughter, the perfect child—I couldn’t even consider the possibility.
As the pastor’s daughter, I lived in a fishbowl. I was expected to be more than perfect. There was no “just being a kid.” With my Mary Janes and perfect Sunday school answers, model interactions with my family and respectful nature, I was the model child. But even as the model child, everyone in the church would watch just to see you slip up, to catch you doing something that would somehow prove you were human.
The idea that I was somehow different filled me with fear. I couldn’t bring that shame on my family. What would they say? What would the church say about us, that my family had raised me to live a life in sin?
My mom spends all her energy trying to live up to the insane expectations steeped upon us. Anything that could threaten her status was eliminated. I asked my mom once what she would do if I told her I was gay. She said that I’d never step foot in her house again. Even me, her daughter, can’t stand in the way of her reputation within the church.
I continued through life, and as time passed, I continued trying to suppressing the thoughts, hiding the truth from myself. I thought that if I fought it hard enough I would be able to turn normal. But I could never suppress all of the doubts and insecurities.
So, I tried to rationalize it. I studied scripture, prayed, and doubted. I realized that the new covenant created through Jesus threw out the laws of judgment and damnation preached in the Old Testament. And the verses in the New Testament weren’t necessarily referring to homosexuality, but maybe to incest and bestiality. We don’t know.
I came to this conclusion—the Bible does not have any concrete verses against homosexuality. Some may claim that it does. This includes my family. They don’t take Jesus’ message of love and acceptance as the highest law.
As I work at coming out here on campus, people might not always like what I have to say. My family doesn’t know yet, but it’s a process. Other Christian groups here on campus might not even agree with who I am, what I’m doing, or what I stand for. People judge me because of my sexuality, without even getting to know me, or changing their minds based on one little fact.
My confession—I don’t care what others say. I am a Christian, and I am gay. I’m not ashamed of either of these things. God loves me just the way I am. I don’t need the church to accept me or my family to stand behind me. I know that I am a beloved child of God, no matter who else I love.
Performed live in the Hahne Theater on November 16th, 2010 with The F-Word Ladies show conFessions.
11.16.2010
A Missed conFession
Our show has ended. And as we look over e-mails, photos, friend requests, comments, we realized that we have missed a conFession that was submitted to us. We feel deeply sorry to this individual that dedicated time to submit us a conFession. In order to make up for it, we decided to post the conFession on our blog.
We haven't asked the author if this was o.k. But we wish that we could have done more to persent this conFession to the masses. They have decided to remain nameless.
Once again, we are deeply sorry.
We haven't asked the author if this was o.k. But we wish that we could have done more to persent this conFession to the masses. They have decided to remain nameless.
Once again, we are deeply sorry.
They made a beautifully tragic couple. He was a scrawny, whipped spit-fuck shell of man. She was a holier-than-thou , God fearing masochist who dated pagans for fun.
The man shell had never dated before, so he was glad that the God-fearing masochist was willing to submit to his company. The God-fearing masochist had dated before, but not for several weeks. She was glad to make herself whole again, to fill herself with righteous, cardboard feelings of self-assurance. She was needed, and she needed to be needed. He was afraid. The world’s most beautiful pair of idiots. So innocent. So pure.
The couple would sit down to bi-weekly arguments. God would tell the God-fearing masochist to break away from the man shell, the pale little fucker who was too scared and weak to lift his own pride out of the gutter. And then there was the sex that followed, but sex is a strong word.
They would dry-hump in her room. Clothes had to stay on. God created humans in his image. And God has very low self-esteem. The only orgasms were accidental ones that resulted from repeated, chafe-inducing rubbing on one’s genitals on the inside of one’s undergarments. Sex is the wrong word. A more accurate term would be “jock itch.”
They both wanted more, but God and Santa Claus were watching.
But then one night came the laying on of hands. The God-fearing masochist couldn’t contain herself anymore. She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, but not far enough for God to see her bush while he watched through the ceiling. After all, that would make God uncomfortable. And God apparently smites those who make him uncomfortable. See: Sodom. See also: Gomorrah. See also: homosexuals.
The man shell looked at this exposed woman, a women who had always been a God-fearing masochist. In an instant, she was as depraved as he. She wanted more than dry humping and the self-resentment that followed every painful, chafing humping. She placed the man shell’s pathetic, trembling hand on her clitoris.
In the heat of the moment, this scrawny, pale spit fuck of a man reacts as though he’s been given the keys to the carnal Vatican. He pushes inside her with his finger, and she instantly regrets everything. A knock comes as the door from God-knows-who and the disappointing hand job ceases after less than 10 seconds. The God-fearing masochist insists that God knocked on the door to halt the egregious, contractual transgression that had occurred. The dumbass man shell was then smitten by the God-fearing masochist, the greatest of his agents.
Then the man shell, this horrible, tiny, pitiful shit-for-brains douche bag lets the God-fearing masochist explain how it’s all his fault. It was practically rape and get the hell out and don’t come back for several days until I decide I want to anger God again.
He cries. his tears are hot, salty snakes sliding down the sides of his face. He hates himself, goes home, shave s his face to alter his appearance – to change the awful person who the God-fearing masochist declares him to be. Two weeks later. It all happens again. The world’s most beautiful pair of idiots. So innocent. So pure.
9.28.2010
The F-Word Ladies NEED YOU!
Hey there ladies and gents,
It's been awhile since we last updated, but like you-- we check back everyday to see if there is anything new! And what do you know, there is! Alright, so being a performance group we are always putting on the show. We are always talking about ourselves. And you know what, YOU LISTEN. Hooray!
Well now The F-Word Ladies are giving up the stage (kind-of) and we are asking, pledging and mayhaps DEMANDING that you, an F-Word supporter, share a CONFESSION with us for our next show taking place sometime in Mid-November. This show seriously cannot happen unless we get your CONFESSIONS.
Your confession can be ANYTHING. It can even be a lie-- we wouldn't know. Just in case you're still confused fellow F-Word lady Sonja Mata still sucks her thumb and she is 20 years old. Whoops! Or you can confess that you still pee in the shower or sing WAY off key while driving down Court Street. You can even confess that you have a crush on someone-- they might even be in the audience. (An F-Word show makes for a great date night! It's free!) You can confess past things, new things, any things, things you made up, things you think you made up, and things you think you didn't make up, but actually might still be made up.
And how do you submit these CONFESSIONS? Well, that's a tricky thing. The thing is YOU get to decide on whether or not you want to include anything else with your confession. Your name, age, grade level. Maybe you want to call yourself "ED," or "Lonely Boy," or even "A hopeful person." We don't know! It can be any combination of things! Or just to take pressure off, you can even be ANONYMOUS!!!!!! SO WHAT'S THE HARM?! Submit your CONFESSION.
You can submit your confessions a number of ways. We are only going to a list a few, because we want you to be more creative than us.
1. E-mail us your confession! (An e-mail address won't tell us who you are and we won't reply back!) So e-mail us at thefwordladies@gmail.com.
2. Post your confession on Facebook! (Lame and not really a confession anymore, but at least you're putting it out there for us to see!) Post that confession on The F-Word Facebook Group. You can find that by clicking this.
3. If you are looking at the Facebook group there is this neat thing on the left hand sidebar and it shows the ADMINS for The F-Word Ladies. If you're feeling brave message one us and tell us your CONFESSION. Again-- even if we know you, we won't share your confession. And we won't reply back.
4.Tweet us your confession! Check out twitter here and figure out how to let us know. Here is our twitter account.
5. Oh hey! You can even click "comment" on this here blog and leave us a CONFESSION! Remember-- ALL COMMENTS are screened before being publish. We will not publish your COMMENT/CONFESSION unless you give us permission.
6. Write your confession in the Ellis Hall bathroom. Just make sure to make a little arrow saying something like "For F-Word." Just so we don't go in there and pick random ones to make it look like people submitted us actual confessions.
7. In Kanter Hall on the 3rd floor there are mailboxes! Find Sonja Mata or Arielle Rogers or Jessica Link and place your secret in their mailbox. It won't get read by another party. Trust us, because we love our audience. Just make sure we can read your handwriting!
8. Be a creep and stalk us on campus. (If you know who The F-Word Ladies are) and whisper your sweet confession in our ear and then RUN AWAY!!!!
9. While you click "attending" for our upcoming show you can also post a confession on the Facebook event located here.
10. THINK OF YOUR DAMN WAY! :)
So there you go. We gave your TEN neat ways to submit your confessions. So please do and we will forever be thankful. Stay pretty ladies and gents.
-The F-Word Ladies
It's been awhile since we last updated, but like you-- we check back everyday to see if there is anything new! And what do you know, there is! Alright, so being a performance group we are always putting on the show. We are always talking about ourselves. And you know what, YOU LISTEN. Hooray!
Well now The F-Word Ladies are giving up the stage (kind-of) and we are asking, pledging and mayhaps DEMANDING that you, an F-Word supporter, share a CONFESSION with us for our next show taking place sometime in Mid-November. This show seriously cannot happen unless we get your CONFESSIONS.
Your confession can be ANYTHING. It can even be a lie-- we wouldn't know. Just in case you're still confused fellow F-Word lady Sonja Mata still sucks her thumb and she is 20 years old. Whoops! Or you can confess that you still pee in the shower or sing WAY off key while driving down Court Street. You can even confess that you have a crush on someone-- they might even be in the audience. (An F-Word show makes for a great date night! It's free!) You can confess past things, new things, any things, things you made up, things you think you made up, and things you think you didn't make up, but actually might still be made up.
And how do you submit these CONFESSIONS? Well, that's a tricky thing. The thing is YOU get to decide on whether or not you want to include anything else with your confession. Your name, age, grade level. Maybe you want to call yourself "ED," or "Lonely Boy," or even "A hopeful person." We don't know! It can be any combination of things! Or just to take pressure off, you can even be ANONYMOUS!!!!!! SO WHAT'S THE HARM?! Submit your CONFESSION.
You can submit your confessions a number of ways. We are only going to a list a few, because we want you to be more creative than us.
1. E-mail us your confession! (An e-mail address won't tell us who you are and we won't reply back!) So e-mail us at thefwordladies@gmail.com.
2. Post your confession on Facebook! (Lame and not really a confession anymore, but at least you're putting it out there for us to see!) Post that confession on The F-Word Facebook Group. You can find that by clicking this.
3. If you are looking at the Facebook group there is this neat thing on the left hand sidebar and it shows the ADMINS for The F-Word Ladies. If you're feeling brave message one us and tell us your CONFESSION. Again-- even if we know you, we won't share your confession. And we won't reply back.
4.Tweet us your confession! Check out twitter here and figure out how to let us know. Here is our twitter account.
5. Oh hey! You can even click "comment" on this here blog and leave us a CONFESSION! Remember-- ALL COMMENTS are screened before being publish. We will not publish your COMMENT/CONFESSION unless you give us permission.
6. Write your confession in the Ellis Hall bathroom. Just make sure to make a little arrow saying something like "For F-Word." Just so we don't go in there and pick random ones to make it look like people submitted us actual confessions.
7. In Kanter Hall on the 3rd floor there are mailboxes! Find Sonja Mata or Arielle Rogers or Jessica Link and place your secret in their mailbox. It won't get read by another party. Trust us, because we love our audience. Just make sure we can read your handwriting!
8. Be a creep and stalk us on campus. (If you know who The F-Word Ladies are) and whisper your sweet confession in our ear and then RUN AWAY!!!!
9. While you click "attending" for our upcoming show you can also post a confession on the Facebook event located here.
10. THINK OF YOUR DAMN WAY! :)
So there you go. We gave your TEN neat ways to submit your confessions. So please do and we will forever be thankful. Stay pretty ladies and gents.
-The F-Word Ladies
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