My Nun Story

Speaking of transgressions….

During my first semester in divinity school, “Sister Beatrice” was in my Reformation history class. A Dominican nun who is working on a doctorate in church history, her order permitted her to take the course at the school. (If you want to learn about the Reformation, it makes sense to be taught by Protestants.) She certainly stood out in her white habit. I casually chatted with her on occasion. She was bright, funny, and rather pretty. But I noticed that as the semester went on, I started to get aroused by her. Her young, unblemished, “virginal” body draped in holy attire enticed me, and I derived a sweet thrill from thoughts of corrupting it.

Yes, I fantasized about fucking a nun.

I confess it wasn’t the first time. I had fantasized about corrupting Amy Adams’ naive Sister in Doubt.

Female sexuality is inextricably intertwined with humanity’s fall from grace at the hands of Eve in the Garden of Eden, and woman forever remains on the precipice of impurity. Even a nun can be debauched.

There’s a scene in 3 Needles in which a nun portrayed by Chloe Sevigny sacrifices her chastity. As she lifts up her habit and gives her body over to a man, one senses the exquisite burden of her vows and the cost of betraying them.

I dated two Catholic girls who pursued religious life. One went on to take vows. (I hope it wasn’t because of me.) Another had contemplated becoming a nun and even briefly entered the novitiate of a Dominican order before I met her. (She obviously didn’t stick with it.) The lure of chaste vestals, and defiling their purity, is intensely erotic for me. (That may explain my Catholic school girl fetish. Catholics sure know how to inspire fetishes.) Are such women really chaste? Can they truly give themselves entirely to God, remaining celibate their entire lives? Intimate relations with a “Bride of Christ” is taboo of the highest order. (It was a capital crime in the Middle Ages.) The thought of getting her to betray her vows is hot.