My Inner Catholic Girl: Part Two

Posted by on May 16, 2018 in My Inner Catholic Girl

My Inner Catholic Girl: Part Two

In this blog I often refer to my Inner Catholic Girl.

Turns out I have two of them.

My Little Catholic Girl is seven, a towheaded little angel who follows the rules and makes straight A’s. She is kind and always stood up for the skinny girl with knobby knees that everyone teased~ a budding healing artist. In third grade, when she received the sacrament of Penance at her Catholic grade school, she had a hard time coming up with anything to confess.

Forgive me father for I have sinned:  I didn’t make my bed this morning.

My Teen Catholic Girl is another story. She’d need an hour in a confessional.

She smokes pot before attending her Atlanta suburban public high school and consequently got her first and only F in her trigonometry class which, of course, was all the teacher’s fault (Mrs. Ramos did seem to hate us).

She forges her mom’s signature on fake notes excusing her from school at 9 a.m. for a non existent dental appointment so she can spend the day lying in the sun with friends at Lake Lanier. She lies to her parents about everything, especially stealing their liquor and attending church on Sunday nights. On weekends she drinks 7-Up Slurpees spiked with Southern Comfort and waits for her boyfriend to build up the courage to slide into third.

I don’t have a picture of her. She skipped out on yearbook photos all four years of high school and never had a graduation portrait done. My girlfriend who survived those years with me sent this one:

Backpacking with a bottle of beer. That’s my girl.


My Teen Catholic Girl has evolved into an erotica writer.  My Little Catholic Girl is so embarrassed by this that her freckled cheeks flush bright red. I thought I had worked through all this, but when my publisher went out of business, My Little Catholic Girl  didn’t waste any time shoving the box of unsold copies of my erotic memoir into the back of the closet.

They say awareness is half the battle right?

Fully integrating my two Inner Catholic Girls (and the healing artist and literary artist they have become) is the other half.

Wish me luck.

Sexy Conversation Starter:  Do you have a Little Catholic Girl (or an equivalent) who interferes with your Sensuous Self? Or a Rebellious Teen who has never really grown up? Please comment and let me know I’m not the only one wrestling with this dichotomy.


  1. Love it! That little sweet face of that innocent little babe! I know the face in the second photo much better!

  2. I haven’t changed that much~but now am smart enough to pack cans of beer instead of bottles.

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