Sex, Religion and Confession(s)
Editorial Musings - by
Pam Babbitt
I'm just going to put it out
there – I’m not perfect. I’m admitting to
imperfection and my reward is lifetime permission to skip along
with the others on The Path of The
Imperfects. Self-acceptance. Relief.
Solidarity. Absolution?
As you may have surmised, I do
my own proof reading. Normally, errors are minor
irritants which wave to get my attention and then
glare at me until they are attended to. And so I do
… most of the time.
In creating SexCoaching.com
I've gained a fondness for
graphics
and
their silent mode of communication, and I have a
special fondness for my 4 feet Please Peek Under the
Covers graphic which is displayed on
numerous pages. Have you noticed it? It
links to a page that shares about the birth and
purpose of SexCoaching.com, though you may have been hoping for
something else.
Confession No. 1 -
Peak or Peek
One day
Ben, SexCoaching.com's Über Geek, let out a sound - something between a scream and rip roaring
laugh, with strong undertones of “Oh, my God!” It
got my attention. Ben had noticed that I typed the
text for my 4 feet graphic as Please Peak
Under the Covers, giving the graphic a whole
new (carnal) meaning.
Ironically, being a bliss
advocate-sex coach-editor and this being a Sex
Coaching site, my misspelling really was a perfect
fit. (The Path of Imperfection has one fork that
circles back around to perfection.) I’ve since
mended that error, though now that I’m more firmly
entrenched in my editorial role, there’s a
temptation to revert…
Confession No. 2 -
Imperfection
While we are on the subject of
editorial imperfection, here’s my second confession – I
don’t put much stock in correct word hyphenation.
My philosophy is – give it your best shot and don't
look back. There are many menial tasks that
engender peace and presence, but focus on proper hyp-hen-ation
just doesn't do it for me.
And so it seems that confession garners more
confession, and I now finally understand the true
function of the Church’s confession box – it's
containment. Although like many things, it has
served a dual purpose and this one brings new
meaning to "the merging of sexuality and
spirituality."
Church
Serviced
as reported in The Sun, June 4,
2008
A
couple were caught having a sex romp in a
cathedral confession box during 7am mass.
A
stunned Bishop called police after
worshippers heard moans and groans above
the organ music. The cops pulled back
the curtain and found two goths in their
30s engaged in a sex act in Cesena, Italy.
A
source said: "One of them was kneeling but
neither was praying."
The
couple, who were booked for indecency,
claimed they were atheists and that having
sex in church was just like any other place. |
Confession No. 3 -
Embracing Imperfection
More disclosure - There is an error in my article
Boxers, Briefs or Bare. Ben found that one
too. By nature, Ben is not the proof-reading type,
it is just that he is more adept at certain things
than I am. I don’t mind. I’m more adept at
religiously reminding him of all my unique gifts,
just to maintain the balance.
I think I’ll embrace my
imperfection and ignore the
Boxers, Briefs or Bare
error. Let’s see if anyone notices.
P.S. Speaking of religion,
confession, and absolution - A memory has surfaced
of being around 7 years old and attending Sunday morning
mass with my family one frigid Vermont morning. We were Catholic.
For me, *counting the fur coats in the sanctuary was
much more fun than listening to the priest.
I am now praying that no one finds sleuthing out my
grammatical and spelling errors more fun than
reading these pages. Karma?
*PETA had not yet found Vermont.
