Please tell me someone else is watching Under the Banner of Heaven on Hulu or FX?!?!!!!?! It's a true crime about this LDS family that murder within their family. WILD.
@spurgie-cousin I know you like true crime. Have you seen this?
I love how Christianity was like don’t have sex with anyone only the person you’re going to love forever. So then we went out in the world and tried to find a person to love us forever but lots of people wouldn’t love us at all if we wouldn’t have sex with them. So then we came to feel that no one would ever love the real us, just as we were, without sex attached. Sex was the most valuable thing about us and the real us, sans sex, was not only unimportant, but unlovable in its entirety.
"you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" feels like something an ex Christian would say to someone who didn't grow up in any kind of religion
Wilbur doesn't know why he knows the steps. It feels like a dance you remember only in a hazy state. Walking beside a small kid, careful not to trip into her stride feels right. He feels like something overtakes him to speak in a gentler voice of reassurance. To sing her a song goodnight is instinct, not just as a musician but as something else. It feels so strange all of a sudden that he of all people is so careful with a child he's never met until that day. When he heard he was possibly a dad, he simply dismissed it like minor news. Akin to hearing you have a spider in your home or it's raining in 4 days, he'll get to it but it's nothing really.
But now he cares so much, he'd wreak havoc if anything happened to Tallulah. It feels like deja vu, like looking through a mirror to another world. A world where he has a special place surrounded by redwood trees and by the riverside. That other guy he's looking at, he's building everything up just for his own kid, with the same face of care and concerns as his own. He's singing some lullabies as him, matching the cadences and lyrics even if hushed and mumbled. He's teaching how to shoot a bow and arrow to his kid just like him, explaining the steps the same as him. He's leaving the kid soon just like the other, but at least he's trusting someone else to take care in his stead.
There's another kid, he realises. And that kid looks sad, in spite of the beautiful scenery. That kid is looking at walls, just like Tallulah. He's not living in much comfort or glamour, just like Tallulah. He's learning how to fend for himself with a bow and arrow, Tallulah will be like that soon. He's seen the dance, the rhythm of a deadbeat. And now its up to him to change the paces.
Will doesn't know why he pauses in faint recollection when a memory doesn't exist. It's merely a dream from a bygone night, but what's a memory but not a dream you've seen before. Yet when remembers walking through the forest and a flash of red fur snickering, he doesn't understand why a pang of burrowing feelings hits him.
And that feeling turns to drive, a desire to be at least the best dad he can be for now. For Tallulah and for that lonely kid he doesn't remember.
My book is still on the way and there's no way I'll have read it all w/ my shit that's going on before FF's video comes out, but if y'all would like a recap of the YouTube video she's doing on Jill D's book this Friday just let me know! Bc I'll definitely be watching
He got his name back. Joseph Augustus Zarelli. 13th January 1953-February 1957. Sounds like Philadelphia PD are working on a few other cases right now as well. Thank you to all the unsung heroes who are giving Does like Joseph their names back.
Much observed but also highly entertaining the extent that fundies are worse at every discernible “home making” skill than many a group that they claim to be part of the Them group keeping women from their true roll as home makers
Like two weeks ago @thetabirb had asked me if I've ever been on a haunted hayride and I replied with "what the fuck is a haunted hayride? Is it like a blessed hayride?" and she's like "the fuck is a blessed hayride" and it turns out even Catholics (she's not but went to a Catholic School) don't shun Halloween and nighttime spookiness and replace monsters with angels and ghostly wails with Bible verses at like eleven a.m. like Baptists do and
Are any other ex-fundies who were homeschooled or went to Christian schools like, really mistrusting of anything anyone tells you (even doctors, teachers, professors, etc) and will only believe something if you've seen the data for yourself in a peer reviewed journal or a primary source?
It like, *baffles* me that most people A) aren't very good at doing their own research and often find information from Terrible sources, and B) if they DO learn stuff, they learn it in school/classes. And they can just, trust that their teachers/professors are telling them accurate information.
Idk, I was just thinking about this now. I consider myself a hobbyist academic but I could never do very well in secular college in part because I'd been led to believe SO many lies in my previous education that I couldn't trust a single thing my professors were telling me. And it doesn't help that like, nowadays "trusted sources" like the CDC are getting things all wrong.