• jordanlund@lemmy.world
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      It’s for parents more concerned about kids touching themselves than priests touching their kids.

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        This is actually used to prevent kids from stopping clergy while God groping goes on. The cross makes it a sign from God so it’s okay.

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      For real. If you’ve ever woken up face down with your morning wood against the mattress you know this cross isn’t helping in the slightest

  • Dharma Curious (he/him)@slrpnk.net
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    When I was about 14 I had a friend whose mom caught him masturbating. She duct taped oven mitts to his hands every night before bed for a week until Sunday, when she took him to their priest. The priest told her, basically, she was crazy. Masturbation is a sin, yada yada Catholic line, but that she could not duct tape her child’s hands at night, and because it was a counseling session and not a confessional, he would be required to report her if it continued.

    Dude was so fucking messed up, though. Kept up with him on Facebook for a while after j moved, and he ended up doing a lot of SI and then in his mid twenties went full goth and got a shit ton of piercings and tattoos to cover the scars.

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    I’m glad this is clearly a satire website, because people have suggested and performed much much much worse in reality. A certain purveyor of corn flakes comes to mind

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    Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers’ hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say,—Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.

    (Herman Melville, Moby Dick)