“Bless” comes from a word meaning “mark with blood.” And indeed, we used blood to mark the occasion at our Pazuzu’s Blessing ritual.
The word “holy” means “complete.” But I’m not complete: I’m human. I’m a mess. I’m unholy. And I like it that way.
In June the headline was, “Americans say we’re angrier than a generation ago.” My opinion: Americans a generation ago probably weren’t angry enough.
Problem is, American institutions are fucking terrible. And then once you’re part of them you’re also fucking terrible.
People who can walk uninhibited don’t need wheelchairs, people with personalities don’t need AXE body spray, and straight people don’t need a Pride Parade.