Maggie has made a disaster, but the bishop’s reproach was inevitable. The reverend spends every night who knows where fighting strange creatures without caring about the church and the community. Blaming Maggie is unfair. Poor Maggie ♡.
“The clearwing hummingbird moth is a fascinating animal — a master of disguise with beautiful transparent wings. The meaning of this power animal is associated with the symbolism of light, but also illusion. When it shows up in your life, it’s perhaps time to look through illusion. A situation or someone’s intentions are not clear and may be deceiving.”
I went to Boscastle Witch Museum as research for Steeple issue 4 and learned that being a witch, 95% of the time, equated to being a woman who dared to enjoy sex, and that burning them was just full-on nonstop slut-shaming. It was bloody diabolical. Great museum though, one of the best I have ever visited.
I’m just so happy that I didn’t return to a long thread of people telling me that slut-shaming a) doesn’t exist b) does exist but is deserved and how dare I imply otherwise. How refreshing.
Dang you! That looks like a fascinating museum to visit, but I’m locked up here at home! And they’re closed anyway!
(That said, I’d have to fly to the UK, somehow arrange to get to Boscastle, arrange lodgings and everything. I don’t even have a passport. Perhaps I should get started on that.)
Where does Maggie go when she flees a slut shaming by one this author’s classic angry old church ladies? Does she go to the bosom of her close knit satanist family? Will they comfort her with the love and acceptance that only believers of the great deceiver can give? They can’t possibly do worse than most and these old church ladies often have murder in their hearts.
We’ve seen it all before, aren’t impressed, have enough copmmand of technology to photograph your flabby @rse, and no compunctions about posting copies of the picture all over social media, lamp-posts, newsagents windows, and TO YOUR MOTHER!
You have been warned.
We might find you disgusting, but that is our default mode. We find everything disgusting. We are not in the least shocked.
Plus – our pinny pockets often contain things we can spray – Mr Muscle, squirty cream, wasp repellent – and we are not afraid to use them. A&E departments all over the land are getting bored with young men trying to explain why their backsides are smeared with caustic oven-cleaner and “Anchor” creamy goodness. They just put “perversion” down on the admissions form no matter what you tell them. That goes on your record FOREVER, and the next time you try to get a job at the alligator house at the zoo it will not go in your favour . . .
Fer Pete’s sake. Grown ups have sex. Even Christian ones.
Not in the rectory with some laddie you picked up that night in the pub…
Why not?
‘Cause the Bishop won’t like it. Then there’ll be hell to pay!
There’s this whole sex/marriage duality thing they’ve got going on.
Love the Top Cat icon!
How did you get your icon on here, David.
How did you, Tsath?
I’m still struggling.
Maggie has made a disaster, but the bishop’s reproach was inevitable. The reverend spends every night who knows where fighting strange creatures without caring about the church and the community. Blaming Maggie is unfair. Poor Maggie ♡.
“The clearwing hummingbird moth is a fascinating animal — a master of disguise with beautiful transparent wings. The meaning of this power animal is associated with the symbolism of light, but also illusion. When it shows up in your life, it’s perhaps time to look through illusion. A situation or someone’s intentions are not clear and may be deceiving.”
This refers to today’s (very important) mailing list mailout:
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Also, Maggie’s still a layperson! Even in a Catholic Church, she shouldn’t be bound by any oath of chastity.
I’m here mainly for Mrs. Clovis cutting promos.
She’s the very definition of a “jobber”
Geez, slut shame much, everyone??? GET A COLLECTIVE GRIP.
I went to Boscastle Witch Museum as research for Steeple issue 4 and learned that being a witch, 95% of the time, equated to being a woman who dared to enjoy sex, and that burning them was just full-on nonstop slut-shaming. It was bloody diabolical. Great museum though, one of the best I have ever visited.
We once tried to buy a house in Boscastle but when we came back for the second viewing it was on fire. Then they had the huge flood the next year.
We took the hint.
Was the fire presented as a feature of the house? Rather than showing you round, should they not have called someone? The fire brigade?
The Fire Brigade were there. I don’t know if they ended up putting an offer on the house or not.
This is my favourite thread on Steeple so far.
I’m just so happy that I didn’t return to a long thread of people telling me that slut-shaming a) doesn’t exist b) does exist but is deserved and how dare I imply otherwise. How refreshing.
Dang you! That looks like a fascinating museum to visit, but I’m locked up here at home! And they’re closed anyway!
(That said, I’d have to fly to the UK, somehow arrange to get to Boscastle, arrange lodgings and everything. I don’t even have a passport. Perhaps I should get started on that.)
Where does Maggie go when she flees a slut shaming by one this author’s classic angry old church ladies? Does she go to the bosom of her close knit satanist family? Will they comfort her with the love and acceptance that only believers of the great deceiver can give? They can’t possibly do worse than most and these old church ladies often have murder in their hearts.
If it was me, I would have mooned that old biddy.
NEVER moon an old biddy!
We’ve seen it all before, aren’t impressed, have enough copmmand of technology to photograph your flabby @rse, and no compunctions about posting copies of the picture all over social media, lamp-posts, newsagents windows, and TO YOUR MOTHER!
You have been warned.
We might find you disgusting, but that is our default mode. We find everything disgusting. We are not in the least shocked.
Plus – our pinny pockets often contain things we can spray – Mr Muscle, squirty cream, wasp repellent – and we are not afraid to use them. A&E departments all over the land are getting bored with young men trying to explain why their backsides are smeared with caustic oven-cleaner and “Anchor” creamy goodness. They just put “perversion” down on the admissions form no matter what you tell them. That goes on your record FOREVER, and the next time you try to get a job at the alligator house at the zoo it will not go in your favour . . .