thanks to @Venus for capturing some ridiculousness. (top photo) and Danger Ninja Photo for the bottom. Wearing ChainedbyCarrion.
Last week I entered a Baptist church; I'd scheduled an interview for Portland's Exotic Magazine; regarding stripping and religion. The pastor had graciously offered to explain his stance on sex work, and I was sweating unintentionally. I hadn't been in a house of worship for over a decade. On purpose.
Old Mormon blood flows in my veins, and also that of the murderous Conquistadors. I know plenty about brainwashing, coercion and false idols.
This man was nice. He offered me a pitcher of water and a good seat on his couch in the office. As I sat and turned on 'voice recorder' on my cell phone, the lights flickered.
"Whoa." We both looked around.
He chuckled nervously. "Maybe that was electrical."
I giggled too. "It's okay. Maybe God knows I'm here."
Love,
Casper-Elle
