When I Went to a Burlesque Show

So I have a habit of putting myself in compromising situations. Not bad situations although that happens too. But the kind of situations where my moral barometer suddenly becomes muddied. Case in point! Picture me. Your average churchgirl minus the coffee addiction (cough, cough, Savvy). I’m at uni and my friend invites me to a burlesque show. Which is flattering because it shows that she … Continue reading When I Went to a Burlesque Show

When Christians Go Batshit Crazy

Strobe lights sweep across the auditorium. Music pounds against my eye sockets. Hands are in the air. They praise God with a passion that used to humble me to tears. I’m in my seat, arms crossed, eyes half open. Literally, I’m in a church. I’M IN A CHURCH AND THERE’S STROBE LIGHTS. I have been in the dregs of America’s Bible Belt for barely two … Continue reading When Christians Go Batshit Crazy