Martin Luther: Sexual Reformer?

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499 years ago today, Martin Luther nailed a copy of his 95 theses for disputation on the door of the Wittenberg Castle church, igniting the Protestant Reformation. According to Lawrence J. Raymond, Jr. in his book Sexual Liberation: The Scandal of Christendom, Luther also ignited a sexual revolution.

The intellectual scaffolding of the late medieval church was the scholasticism of Thomas Aquinas. Sexual pleasure, according to Aquinas, could only rightly accompany the desire to procreate. All other expressions of human sexuality were sinful. Aquinas condemned the “animal-like” nature of sexuality which was “untempered by reason.” He approvingly quoted Augustine: “Nothing so casts down the manly mind from its height as the fondling of a woman.” The sexual was the antithesis of the spiritual.

The Renaissance challenged the medieval worldview. Its humanism rediscovered the human body in all its sensuousness. Lawrence calls the Reformation “the religious dimension of the Renaissance.” Luther was to lead this sexual revolution. Initially he steered clear of sexual matters. The Ninety-Five Theses are silent on the subject of sex, instead attacking the abuses of church authority. Luther’s early dissent ignored the church’s proscriptions regarding sex. Challenging the authority of the pope and the Roman magisterium led to the questioning of the discipline of clerical celibacy. Once the virtue of obedience was undermined, the virtue of chastity inevitably came under scrutiny. For most people, the assault on the sexual values of the medieval church became the most prominent feature of the movement for reform. “[S]ex became the cause célèbre of the Reformation,” Cunningham says.

Luther’s doctrine of sola scriptura undermined the church’s sexual doctrine for want of a biblical basis. Moreover, Luther claimed the church’s rules on sex were humanly impossible to adhere to. Not one in 100,000 could abide by them, he wrote, bluntly saying, “Nature never lets up …we are all driven to the secret sin. To say it crudely but honestly, if it doesn’t go into a woman, it goes into your shirt.” Inspired by Luther, priests, monks and nuns abandoned their monasteries and convents and sought marriage. Luther himself married a former nun, Katharina von Bora, in 1525, a scandalous act. Relations between a priest and nun were considered incentuous. Intercourse with a nun was even a capital crime. Philip Melanchton opposed it. Catholic polemicists attributed his ecclesiastical defiance to his lust. (Luther himself admitted, “I burn with all the desires of the unconquered flesh.”)

Luther cannot be counted as a prophet of modern sexual liberation. He opposed adultery, divorce, prostitution and promiscuity. But he was radical for his times. He supported his benefactor, Philip of Hesse, entering into a bigamous arrangement. He speculated that polygamy, which was sanctioned in the Hebrew Bible, would return. He enthusiastically endorsed the experience of sexual pleasure. A letter to an engaged friend rejoiced that both men will “penetrate” their wives (both coincidentally named Katy). He advised a man whose wife suffered from syphilis to choose bigamy over adultery, a course preferable to chastity. Similarly, a woman with an impotent husband was counseled by Luther to take a man (preferably with her husband’s consent) in order to satisfy her sexual needs. “If the husband is unwilling, there is another who is.”

The rigid and oppressive sexual morality of medieval Catholicism was ripe for rebellion. Sexual freedom led to the proclamation of “evangelical freedom,” Cunningham claims, summed up in Luther’s famous admonition, Pecca fortiter. “Thus it was that many found sexual liberation under the sway of Luther and sixteenth-century Protestantism.”

Two Sinners

I felt religion with you on the floor
The holy word that I’ve been waiting for

We made our way through the dark church to the choir loft. I was hard. She was wet. Her fiancee was in England doing missionary work, oblivious to our coupling. Nervously, she unbuttoned her blouse and undid her long blue skirt. Tall, gangly and awkward, a bit of a nerd, she had confessed to sleeping with her youth minister in college. I reached around her back and unfastened her bra. Through the shadows I saw her slight breasts. I sensed, behind her prim and proper persona, a smoldering desire. I ran my finger through the elastic of her cotton panties. I slowly pulled them down her long, slender legs. A bang of her hair messily draped her forehead, almost a preview of what would happen next. A peculiar expression was set on her face, an admixture of arousal and shame. I clasped her hand and guided her onto the floor. What had started with a few stolen kisses had led to this. She lay back on her clothes. Having been led this far into temptation, we succumbed to our destiny. I wondered what was going through her head. Her conservative family in Nebraska would be stunned if they learned about her fornication. As I moved on top of her, she spread her legs….


The taboo on sexuality which the religious of his own free will carries to extremes, creates in temptation a state of affairs abnormal certainly, but in which the erotic element, rather than undergoing a change, stands out more sharply…. The struggle of the religious springs from his will to maintain a spiritual life, and that life would be mortally imperilled if he fell from grace. The sin of the flesh puts an end to the soul’s soaring towards immediate freedom.

Georges Bataille, Eroticism

It felt so very satisfying to be inside her. As she clasped my back, I could feel her engagement ring on her finger.

What if someone from the church finds out?

Then I experienced an emotion I had never felt during sex: disgust. Disgust at her for not guarding her purity, for leading me into temptation. Disgust at myself for my inability to resist sexual temptation. Here we were, two ministers in the church, behaving as if we were servants of Asmodeus, fornicating in his honor. We had fallen, fallen farther than we had ever thought possible.

At that moment, I realized that we were nothing more than two sinners fucking.

Dance of Dichotomies

Remember those cartoons with the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other vying for supremacy?

That’s me.

Single ministers in the church are expected to live a chaste life, holy in body and spirit, honoring the single life, and working for the good of all.”

I’ve publicly affirmed this statement before the church. My early theological training conditioned me to support it. My church expects me to abide by it if I serve in ministry.

But there’s another voice whispering in my ear.

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Guess which voice is winning?

An escort with a Pentecostal upbringing said this was what she learned about sex growing up: “You’re not allowed to do it.” I essentially learned the same thing (i.e. “True Love Waits®”). I internalized this attitude. Religion was set against forbidden sexuality. My religious values incorporated the warnings and restrictions on sexual behavior I received. Sexual desire, understood to be dirty and impure, was experienced with guilt and shame. Beyond reaffirming traditional prohibitions, the church was silent about sex.

As an adolescent, I struggled with my sexual desires because they didn’t harmonize with my beliefs. I was expected to maintain sexual purity. As sexual exploration beckoned, I strove to live up to the stringent biblical doctrine I was taught. Bodily pleasures were opposed to the fruits of the Spirit. My purity card was a covenant that I was convinced I could not break. Lusting after a woman in my heart, which I believed was a sin, brought guilt. I suppressed my sexuality.

Until I couldn’t any longer.

“The moment I knew sin, I fucked.” And once I fucked, I couldn’t stop fucking.

I tried to stop. I intensified my religious practice, enrolled in divinity school and entered ministry. I strove to be “good” and maintain my religious identity. If anything, my transgressions became more egregious. I began to splinter into two compartmentalized selves: the religious self and the sexual self. A double life had been created. The thrill of sex, especially forbidden sex, was too much to resist.

I’d repent. A session with a call girl or a hookup with a classmate would induce guilt and shame. I’d vow never to do it again, beseeching mercy. I’d remain chaste for a (very) short period of time. Then I’d sin again and reenact the process. Lather, rinse, repeat.

The expectation to remain chaste still presses upon me, while my personal desire to have sex remains undiminished. The conflict caused by the collision of my sexual desires and the demands of my faith eludes any tidy resolution. I’m slowly coming to accept that my life is a dance of dichotomies. (I borrowed the term from a “courtesan” who spent Sunday mornings on her knees at Catholic mass after spending Saturday nights on her knees, well, you know.) I am both saint and sinner. Luther described the Christian as simul justus et peccator. Paradox defines me.

My religious self and my sexual self inhabit mutually exclusive spheres. Sex is divided from the soul. I separate my sexuality from my Christianity, compartmentalizing my experiences in order to live out both.

It’s not easy. The parishioners at my church see me as an ideal student, teacher and minister. The pressure to maintain this facade is enormous. Exposure of my sex life would result in my removal from ministry. I have to lie and cover up a great many things. It’s impossible to live a life of integrity without an integrated personality.

A woman preparing for ordination in the Unitarian Universalist church professes to have integrated her spiritual and sexual selves:

The way we as a culture understand the world separates the sacred–the religious, the pious, the God-fearing– from the profane–the sexual, the dirty, the visceral–and there is no contact between the two. Being both is supposed to be rife with pain and conflict.

There is no conflict between my calling and my coming. My religiosity and my ministry do not preclude me from fully experiencing my sexuality. I love God and I love fucking…. I’m interested in sex as a particular way of knowing; in fucking as both pleasurable experience and a way of deepening my connection to the world….

What I am saying is that there does not need to be any conflict between religion and sex.

Those conflicts are the product of someone else’s imagination and do not have to be your reality. There is no need to close yourself to one for the sake of the other.

You can love God and fucking.

There is an effort to construct a “sex positive” ethics that affirms sexuality and defines ethical behavior within a paradigm of consent. I’ve studied some progressive Christian perspectives on sexuality. Marvin Ellison, critiquing the Christian tradition dating to Augustine as “sex negative” and rules-based, maintains that a sex positive approach is essential when addressing sex in contemporary society. I’m not so sure this is viable. Anthony Grey comes closer to the truth when he writes, “I do not see how the traditional Christian theology of sex can be significantly changed without tearing up its Biblical and historical roots – and, if this happened, it would almost certainly wither away entirely….” Besides, even a liberal Christian sexual ethics couldn’t sanction all behaviors. I’m caught in a matrix of sin. Unlike this lusty Unitarian lady, religion and sex cannot seamlessly coexist for me. The imprint of the culture in which I was reared is too deeply ingrained in me. Perhaps my sexual adventurism is a sublimated rebellion against a conservative morality that I nevertheless cannot disavow.

Transgression

I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord!” – Psalm 122

Rhonda suggested it as we studied in the library. It was early on a Saturday night, so who was going to be there then? Besides, the risk only made it more intense.

I held Rhonda’s hand as we exited the library and walked to our destination. We said little as the anticipation built.  The grounds were deserted. I tightly clasped her hand as we approached the stately facade of the familiar structure. I spied our surroundings to make sure we entered unobserved. Once inside, we were greeted by darkness. The only light was provided by the flashlight on my cell phone. With it I spotted familiar surroundings: the organ, the altar. To minimize the chance of discovery, our furtive encounter would have to be short. Rhonda hurriedly undid her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then she pulled down her panties, latched on to the back of the last pew and bent over….


Philosopher Georges Bataille believed that transgression is at the heart of eroticism: “The inner experience of eroticism demands from the subject a sensitiveness to the anguish at the heart of the taboo no less great than the desire which leads him to infringe it.” Or as John Hawken says, “The thrill of the forbidden needs the act of forbidding to produce the thrill.” One sexologist puts it more directly: “Of course, the irony of creating a taboo is that, once something is forbidden, it becomes very exciting, kinky and very, very sexy. Everyone knows that naughty sex is hot sex!… So, if, according to your religion, sex is bad (and it usually is), then ‘bad’ becomes very sexy.”


“More souls have been conceived at Rockefeller Chapel than have been saved there.”

Robert Maynard Hutchins

I entered her from behind, thrusting myself into her with unbridled passion. Her moans and my grunts resonated throughout the chapel. I could hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together. I reached under her Aeropostale sweater, pushed her bra aside, and grabbed her right breast as I continued to pump into her. A feeling of power surged through me. As I pounded her faster and harder, a bizarre image flashed through my mind: it was that of a host of angels blushing as they witness me fucking Rhonda’s brains out. But angels are pure spirit. They know nothing of the lust of the flesh. Or its nonpareil pleasure.

Observers might label our lusty exertions a desecration. Or was our fucking a consecration? As I came inside Rhonda, a deep husky groan signaled my “Amen.” It gently echoed throughout the chapel, the most honest sermon I’ll ever preach.

After we finished, we quickly composed ourselves and exited the chapel.

Yoni

“The Yoni is the seat of absolute divine presence and power.”

Adthi-Para-Shakti

Rhonda spreads her legs open before me. Her smile is almost beatific. I push her thighs further apart, exposing her bare flesh. I knelt between her thighs, bowed my head, and approached her temple. I inhale deeply, taking in the musky scent of her arousal. My fingers caress the soft, dark curls of her pubic hair.

The female vulva was revered as the magical portal of life, possessed of the power of both physical regeneration and spiritual illumination and transformation….the sacred manifestation of creative sexual power.

Riane Eisler, Sacred Pleasure: Sex, Myth, and the Politics of the Body

I lick her labia and lightly suck on each of her lips. She sighs as I tease her. With my fingers, I part her lips. I explore her opening with the tip of my tongue before plunging it in deeply. I taste her. I feel her texture with my tongue. I blow warm breaths on her clitoris. My tongue flickers over it. She begins to writhe; she thrusts her mound closer against my face. I hear her breath and her moans. I kiss her down there. I feel her pulsate and throb. My tongue again glides over her clitoris. Her body quivers. I gently suck. She starts to convulse. She utters a loud cry of sublime pleasure. She comes hard. I taste a trickle of her juices: the nectar of the goddess.

Like her mouth her vulva is sweet, like her vulva her mouth is sweet.

Ancient Sumerian love song, 2000 BC

Yoni is the Sanskrit word for the vulva. In Hinduism, it is the symbol of divine procreative energy. A meditation in an early Hindu text refers to it as a “sacrificial altar.” In Taoist love poetry, “golden lotus,” “gate of paradise,” “precious pearl,” and “treasure” describe the yoni.

And where the beauteous region both divide
Into two milky ways, my lips shall slide
Down those smooth alleys, wearing as they go
A tract for lovers on the printed snow ;
Thence climbing o’er the swelling Apennine,
Retire into thy grove of eglantine,
Where I will all those ravish’d sweets distil
Through Love’s alembic, and with chemic skill
From the mix’d mass one sovereign balm derive,
Then bring that great elixir to thy hive.

Thomas Carew, “The Rapture”

New Year’s Eve

I knew Rev. “Lindy” from our mutual involvement in an ecumenical social ministry. She’s the youth pastor of a local Congregational church. She’s very cute–tall, with long dark brown hair she usually wore in a bun or ponytail. Occasionally she wears glasses. She is about my age but looks younger. She’s married with two young children. I admired her for her intelligence, good humor and compassion. We knew each other for several months, but our encounters were brief.

We found ourselves together on New Year’s Eve. Her church’s young adult group was having a party in the church’s Fellowship Hall, and she had invited me. A lot of alcohol was being consumed (I don’t drink much). Rev. Lindy was there by herself; her husband and kids were at her mother-in-law’s. It became apparent that she had too much to drink–she was quite tipsy. I was sitting on a couch along the wall when Lindy sat down right next to me, her leg pressed up against mine. As we talked, I could smell alcohol on her breath. She soon put her hand on my thigh and moved in even closer to me. I started to get aroused. She undid her ponytail and leaned in to kiss me, then whispered, “You’re cute.” Another kiss followed. “I’m up for hooking up tonight.” She suggested we go to her office. We then got up and excused ourselves from the party.

We headed for her office. I couldn’t resist temptation. My hands briefly shook as I contemplated what I was about to do. When we got to there, we immediately started making out. The alcohol on her breath was almost overwhelming, but we continued to French kiss. I hurriedly removed her sweater, unbuttoned her blouse, and unclasped her bra; I rubbed her breasts and felt how hard her nipples were. She undid her long skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then she pulled down her panties. (She didn’t remove her wedding ring.) I guided her to the couch. Soon I was on top of her, penetrating her in her deepest places. I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought. But it felt too good to stop. I surrendered to the moment, and pleasure washed away any tinge of guilt. I was fucking a woman of the cloth, and I loved it. I was defiling her marriage bed, and it was delicious. Then….

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I emptied myself inside her.

Afterwards, we cuddled on the couch a while. I started to feel somewhat depressed. “I have to get home,” she said softly. She was in no condition to get behind the wheel, so I drove her home. We didn’t talk during the drive, only a perfunctory “Happy New Year” when I dropped her off at her house.

The next couple times we met, our interactions were extremely awkward. If word about our encounter got out, we would both be liable to discipline by our churches. We didn’t talk about our hookup, but I could tell she felt ashamed over what she did–she blushed during one of our halting conversations. I decided to resign from the social ministry to spare us any further embarrassment.

Sex and the Seminary

After college and a year of volunteer service in New York City, I enrolled at a mainline Protestant divinity school with the intention of pursuing a divinity degree and ordination in my Lutheran denomination. I knew it would be very different than my experience at my small evangelical college. I intentionally chose the school in order to broaden my theological horizon. My conservative background did little to prepare me for what I encountered. The sexual ethics discussed at seminary were (to me) unabashedly liberal. Classmates mocked “Sunday school” prohibitions against pre-marital sex as unenlightened and judgmental. A student-led discussion group devoted itself to the topics of kink and sexual fantasy. A popular seminar examined queer theology. Traditional Christian teachings were dismissed as outdated or, even worse, bigoted. Arguments in favor of monogamy were dismissed as “heteronormative.” One ethicist I read defended the morality of casual sex, approvingly quoting psychologist Albert Ellis that “personal growth” is “abetted and enhanced by sexual adventuring.”

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It was outside the classroom, however, where I discovered the sexual ethos of the school. At a party I attended during my first semester, condoms were available on the kitchen counter. I overheard a faculty member say that since seminarians will spend the rest of their lives in service to others, they should have some fun now. I discovered that hooking up was common among my peers. There was a good chance that you’d wake up next to a classmate over the weekend. (Unless you banged her in a cramped bathroom beforehand.) A classmate from my denomination, referring to our church’s statement that sexual intimacy was reserved for marriage, dismissed it as a pious fantasy from a less enlightened time. As long as you’re not caught fornicating, it shouldn’t impact your candidacy. “You can be smart or you can be celibate,” she quipped.

One classmate put it this way: as “holy” men and women preparing for ministry, some sexual indulgence is permissible because all the good we do outweighs it. That is, committing ourselves to service in the church excuses us from having to follow the rules, at least until ordination. I’ve probably internalized this attitude. There is little consideration of how spirituality informs our sex lives, no connection between the bedroom and the pulpit. I haven’t been able to build a bridge between my religious study and my sexual self.

Erotic Saints

“The original whore was a priestess, the conduit to the divine, the one through whose body one entered the sacred arena and was restored.”

Deena Metzger
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In ancient religion, prostitution was sacralized. We find evidence of sacred prostitution in the Epic of Gilgamesh and the Code of Hammurabi. Herodotus wrote, “Women of the land…sit in the temple of love and have intercourse with some stranger…. After their intercourse, she has made herself holy in the sight of the goddess.” The ritual practice of sacred sexual intercourse within the temples of Innana and Ishtar in Mesopotamia was understood to unleash divine fertile energy upon the land. The temple of Aphrodite in Corinth, according to the Greek historian Strabo, had over 1,000 prostitutes. Hesiod, a poet in the 8th century B.C.E., observed that the prostitutes’ sensual gifts “mellowed the behavior of men” by bringing sexual joy. Sexual intercourse with a temple prostitute was ritualized, the union of male and female in a fertility rite or the hieros gamos (ἱερὸς γάμος), the divine marriage between the god and the goddess. According to Julius Evola, “Ritual sex was the instrument for man’s participation in the sacram.” Sexual union was communion with the divine. Nancy Qualls-Corbert writes, “Desire and sexual response experienced as a regenerative power, were recognized as a gift or a blessing from the divine. Both a man’s and woman’s sexual nature together with their religious attitude were inseparable.” The sacred prostitute herself, according to Qualls-Corbet, was an image of the eternal feminine, “a woman, who, through ritual or psychological development, has come to know the spiritual side of her sexuality, her true Eroticism.” She consciously used sex as a means of enlightenment. The sacred prostitute was a sexual priestess who empowered men desirous of the “wondrous vulva” to connect with spiritual realities through pleasure. The French philosopher Georges Bataille noted, “The prostitutes in contact with sacred things, in surroundings themselves sacred, had a sacredness comparable with that of priests.” Prostitutes retain to some degree this consecration; they are votaries of sex. They are priestesses of the sacred sexual mysteries. “Erotic saint,” one writer suggests, is a term that should be applied to any “woman decent enough to service a man sexually.”

“Sex was brought openly and with reverence to the very altar of the goddess. In her temple, men and women came to find life and all that it had to offer in sensual pleasure and delight.”

Nancy Qualls-Corbett, The Sacred Prostitute: Eternal Aspect of the Feminine

Bataille also wrote, “Not every woman is a potential prostitute, but prostitution is the logical consequence of the feminine attitude.” Women, insofar as they make themselves objects of desire, are conditioned to provoke a male response. The prostitute merely adds a commercial aspect to the feminine disposition and embraces the objectification which other women more subtlety accept. “Prostitution made them into objects of masculine desire; objects which at any rate heralded the moment when in the close embrace nothing remained but only a convulsive continuity.” The prostitute is the protagonist in this drama. Feminist critic Camille Paglia writes, “The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture.”

“With prostitution, the prostitute was dedicated to a life of transgression,” Bataille continued. “The sacred or forbidden aspect of sexual activity remained apparent in her, for her whole life was dedicated to violating the taboo.” If the heart of eroticism is in transgression, as Bataille contends, prostitutes are priestesses of transgression. That is their vocation and allure.

True Lust Doesn’t Wait

“Of all sexual aberrations, perhaps the most peculiar is chastity.”

Remy du Gourmont

“So how old were you when you lost your virginity?” she asked.

I admitted that I was 22.

I grew up in the “purity culture.” The purity culture suffuses much of conservative Christianity, placing a premium on sexual abstinence before marriage. True Love Waits®, we were told. “Sexual purity means saying no to sexual intercourse, oral sex, and even sexual touching. It means saying no to a physical relationship that causes you to be ‘turned on’ sexually. It means no looking at pornography or pictures that feed sexual thoughts,” explains one ministry. Even sexual desire seemed to be forbidden before marriage. Our sex “education” consisted of abstinence-only messages. Young women were admonished to dress modestly and avoid flirting lest they lead men into temptation. (Some girls wore only long dresses and skirts, believing that a girl whose skirt ended above the knee would be a “stumbling block.”) Girls who had succumbed to lust, I came to believe, were somehow soiled, “damaged goods” so to speak. (I heard one speaker compare a girl who has lost her virginity to chewed-up bubble gum.) Pregnancy was grounds for dismissal from my private Christian high school. Young men memorized “fighter verses” from the Bible to recite when inclined to sin. I was taught that if a pretty girl arouses sexual thoughts, I must immediately those thoughts captive (cf. 2 Cor 10:5). I taught myself to look away when I saw something arousing, whether it was a provocative billboard or a woman’s cleavage. Several girls I knew wore purity rings, placeholders for wedding bands, as they waited to save themselves for their future husbands, striving to become the woman exalted in Proverbs 31. I signed a card pledging that I would remain chaste for my future bride. Through it all sex was spoken of in hushed tones, shrouded in secrecy, and the message I received was, “Sex is dirty and you should save it for someone you love.”

I strove for purity during adolescence. It was central to my identity as a young believer. Although I was amazingly naive about sex, the intersection of my intense desire to remain pure and my active imagination produced angst. To compensate for the shame I felt, I tried extra hard to be “righteous” and keep the commandments. I suppressed my sexual impulses for a long time. I experienced the same flood of hormones any teenager does, yet I was extremely anxious around girls. I didn’t date. My lack of personal experience didn’t inhibit me from having a vivid fantasy life, although I had no detailed understanding of female anatomy. When I slipped, I was riddled with guilt and prayed for forgiveness. I attended a small Christian college, and my shyness and social awkwardness continued to inhibit me. Dating was hard. I did have a girlfriend in college for 6 months—she was the first girl I kissed—but we remained chaste. (She strongly believed that True Love Waits®). I believed in the sinfulness of premarital sex. To my surprise I discovered that even at my small evangelical college, many of my peers were having clandestine sex. My resolve was buckling under the pressure. What exactly was I waiting for? True love may wait, but lust doesn’t. I could not escape from the gravitational pull of sex, which is, in A.S. Neill’s words, “the most fascinating and mysterious thing in the world. To make fruit forbidden is to make it delectable and enticing.”

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Shalom Auslander provides an interesting exegesis of the Fall in Genesis:

Having eaten from the Tree of Knowledge, Adam and Eve suddenly knew of good and of evil, of morality and of immorality, of sin and of virtue, and they were ashamed.

Genesis 3:11 – God busts them.

Genesis 3:14 – God curses them.

Genesis 3:24 – God chases them from Eden and bars the Gates of Paradise so that they may never return.

And what’s the first thing they do? What is the very first thing that they do?

Genesis 4:1 – And Adam knew Eve.

They fucked. The very next chapter. The very first verse.

And Adam knew Eve.

The very. First. Verse….

The moment they knew sin, they fucked.

(Shalom Auslander, “Where’s the Sin? An Anti-Sermon”)

The moment I knew sin, I fucked.

In the Vestry

We didn’t have much time. Choir practice started in less than an hour. So we sneaked into the vestry. Once there we started making out, my hands unbuttoning her blouse. Then I slowly bent her over a table and unfastened her long blue deaconess skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I gave her ass a playful slap before I yanked down her panties. I grabbed her waist and positioned myself behind her. She gasped when I penetrated her holy of holies and started to thrust. Her hymns of ecstasy soon filled the vestry.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! OH, GOD!”

“But I am carnal.” — Romans 7:14