Scriptural passages included are from the Old Testicle and the New Testicle asordered for the readings of Nuns under the KUNT Rites. All conforms with OPIDingoma and the Indulgent Organum doctrine.
My dear Little Nun,
This bona booklette is for you, as its titleshows.
Inasmuch as the Sisters are called upon to practiseIndulgences, even by the very name they bear - withPride - it is the burden of this Little Book to bring allSissiedom to even greater heights and penetrating deeps in exercising themselves Indulgently.
'Bugger me!', Saint Suppository is frequently heard nellying, 'but Ican't get enough of Indulging'.
And the Sissies also ought to be incurring Indulgences and handing themout too, or 'tossing them off', as it is rightly termed by our doctrine of the Indulgent Organum Monstrum.
Over the centuries, Indulgences took many forms. But behold! It is not till the Era of the Dingo and the Perpetual Organ (long may it be erect!)that its truth is fulfilled for all.
And true Indulgences are now tossed around by Sissies to a grateful and gob-smacking Gathered Faithful.
And is not the explanation of Indulgences to be found in the New Testicle Scripture of the Australian White Paper?
In the evil days of pre-Dingo, even before the GLF was a sequin in a feather boa, the Middle Ages Church exacted a spiritual S/M regime, strictly non-consensual and one-way dominance.Penances, often severe, were exacted for all sorts of sins in ecclesiastical courts. Fasts, even pilgrimages, were demanded and parish priests had manuals listing appropriate penances, called penitentials.
Then there were fines for after death, and theseare indulgences (still in the Catholic dogma!). Satisfaction for divine justice was incomplete at death and debts remained to the sinner.
In the intermediate state called purgatory, between heaven and hell, the 'sin' debts could be paid off.
The penitent while still alive could pay off part or all of their purgation by obtaining an indulgence.
It was termed a remission of sins.
These indulgences were granted by ecclesiasticalauthority, but not at the parish priest level, - they came from higher up, and sold on as a pyramid-selling system.
The sacrament of penancehad such importance in the social controlof medieval society,and indulgences are the top of all this. Some licensed monks went aroundselling them till Henry VIII sacked them allin 1534.
Behold, the giving and receiving of Indulgences is a duty for Nuns.
It declares that lesbians and gays, and all, are free from guilt, freely, for all time through Indulgences.
And that by giving and receiving of love in Charverdom that we are true to ourselves and to our community.
There can be Charver without Indulgence, but it is theduty of Nuns to encourage the equation of Charver =Indulgence.
It is but that minimum effort to make the equalising,a consensual agreeing and a care for mutual safety,and Charvering comes happily with an Indulgence.
Granting Indulgences to the GF* enables you as a Nun to:
* GF = Gathered Faithful
This 'Little Book of Indulgences' helps you as a Nun to enjoy the full richness of this Sacrament ofthe Granting of Indulgences through Good Works.You learn of the history of Indulgences, of the different Indulgences to be tossed forth and tossed back (given and received), and of the Sacrament itself of Indulgence-giving.
You can use this Little Book' for pleasurable reading and meditation and you can celebratethe Sacrament of Indulgences at your Shrinefor yourself.
We are all called to a Life of Charver, dedicated to the Perpetually Indulgent Organ.
We have all led lives tortured with stigmaticguilt in the past, and it is our heart- and body-feltduty to recognise our Conversion to the life of a Nun.
And to celebrate our growing Impurity whenonce we have taken the Veil and renewed our lives.
How must we approach the Sacrament of the Granting of Indulgences through Good Works?
We must examine ourselves frequently, and inpreparation for our Masses too, to rid ourselvesof any trace of stigmatic guilt.
Any Act of Charver will do.
In moments of real need, invoke your ownShrine Saint, or call on Saint Suppository or Saint Catamite to help.
Another sure way of approach isthe doing of Good Works. Again, any Good Worksuffices: a helping hand or word for another, a troll out for Operation Rubber Habit, networking, anything.
Any Act Will Do!
Behold the Indulgent Organ loves the Nun thattries to live such a life of Indulgencing and GoodWorks. The Sissies recognise the dangers anddifficulties that attend that striving, and that wesometimes fall short.
But 'pick yourself up, brushyourself down' - 'feel no guilt' - and 'start all overagain', sings Saint Catamite to us, if sometimes out of tune.
There can be no routine doing of Indulgences through Good Works,and there is a rich variety of choice to suit each and every Sister.
Behold each Sister is empowered togrant Indulgences, and too, to himself or herselfalone. Self-Indulgencing is the duty and joy of Sissiedom. It is part of beginning each day guilt-free.
Approaching each Ceremony, the Nun should use anIndulgence as a pathway.
It will make the celebration all the more joyful.
It helps bodily and spiritual growth,and encourages that constant change that a day-by-dayridding of stigmatic guilt brings.
There is no more beautiful or Charversomeobject on earth than an Indulgent Nunwith her or his little lallies throbbingwith Joy. S/he is the Spouse of theDingo, paramour of the Indulgent Organ,chatelaine of the convent Shrine,doxy and popsy of Saints Catamite &Suppository,impure, defiled, maculate all over withthe jewels of Charver. Oh, the dignity,the privilege of being splashed with the hot HOLY LIQUID of Dingoma doctrine.
At this point, let us ask the Indulgent Organ to helpus to make every ceremony a turning-point:
(*For the reciting of this prayer before trolling, or ina cottage, an Indulgence guaranteeing fabulosaCharver within that very night.)
Now - this is what you do ............
The structure of this Sacrament is as follows:
Let the Nun prepare his/her body by a quietmoment at the Covent Shrine.
Select for yourself a reading. Our Testicles laiddown in print are our precious treasures and youcan keep them in your shrine.
You decide for yourself what to add to ourpresent Testicles - the 16 Propositionsand the Australian White Paper. And anyworks by Saint Derek of Dungeness. Best of all is to choose the Readings that suityou as bona and to pass them round the Sissies.
Some Readings for you are offered below.
You now approach the Act of the Indulgence:
EITHER:
Remember:
To perform the Act of Indulgence:
Examination of self: Here let the Nun examine how s/he can impurify his/her mind and body further.We can ask ourselves the following questions:
*"Nun-Time" is turning up to an agreed meetingtime at what the Spanish call "manana", or at the"Irish manana", which is the Spanish "manana", but an afternoon later. FEEL NO GUILT!
WHAT TO DO:
Perform your GOOD WORK.
It can be whatever you choose, that is the mission of the Sister.
It could be Operation Rubber Habit, anything that lightens the burden of the Gathered Faitful.
By definition, Charvering is a GOOD WORK.
There follows a selection of Readings for your use and meditation.
These can also be used for Mass and other Ceremonies.
Add to them Readings of your own choice, and pass these around the Sissies.
You make the LITTLE BOOK OF INDULGENCES your own.
Thursday 26 1989
At dinner last night, Julian spoke excitedly of the night before at Poplar baths, where, quite unexpectedly when the gates closed at nine, he found himself in an orgy in the steam room, he was picked up by a young black man and taken home.
Something which would never have happened in the daylight world. When I was young, society seemed so totally restrictive
I found that the time I did not spend on the piers or bath houses wasted.
The heterosexuality of everyday life enveloped and asphyxiated me. I numbed myself to this life - something which all gay men and women do even if they bury the hurt of it.
Deep orange moon full and heavy in a sultry sky.10:30, I take a deep breath, a double vodka and a taxi to 'The Heath' stop outside Jack Straw's Castle and walk down through the car park. ... For those in the know, the alfresco fuck is the original fuck. Didn't the Garden of Eden come before the house which hid our nakedness? Sex on the Heath is an idyll pre-fall. Did Adam masturbate until God hacked out his rib to create Eve?
All the Cains and Abels you could wish for are out on a hot night, the may blossom scents the night air and the bushes glimmer like a phosphorescent counterpane in the indigo sky.
Under the great beeches, some boys withgypsy faces have lit a fire, which they stoke sending sparks flying, smiling faces flushed with the heat. In the dark for a brief moment, age, class, wealth, all the barriers are down.
An illusion you say, I know but what a sweet one.
The Uranian (= homosexual) temperament in Man closely resembles the normal temperament of Woman in this respect, that in both Love - in some form or other - is the main object of life. In the normal Man, ambition, moneymaking, business, adventure, etc. play their part - Love is as a rule a secondary matter.
The majority of men (for whom the physical side of sex, if needed, is easily accessible) do not for a moment realise the griefs endured by thousands of girls and women - in the drying up of a wellspring of affection as well as in the crucifixion of their physical needs. But as these sufferings of women, of one kind or another, have been the great inspiring cause and impetus of the Women's Movement - a movement which is already having a great influence in the reorgansiation of society; so I do not practically doubt that the similar sufferings of the Uranian class of men are destined in their turn to lead to another wide-reaching social organisation and forward movement in the direction of Art and Human Compassion.
Under Nazi rule, it was a specific type of homosexual, weak and 'decadent', who was the object of persecution, certainly not the rough barrack-room bugger. The mincing queen of the boulevards and gay ghettos was taken away; he was not sufficiently war-like.
The rough SA or blond SS man, however, so loved by their sergeant or Sturmbannfuhrer, were deemed more virile and militaristic, more worthy of trust and membership in their 'service', if they did not abandon themselves to frivolous affairs with women.
It is a essentially a slander put about by the Left that the Nazis in any way condoned or promoted homosexuality. They consistently viewed it as part of the 'degeneracy' they were set on stamping out. If there is a grain of truth mixed up in the slander, it is simply that when male homosexuality disguises itself as a cult of 'manliness' and virility, it is somewhat less obnoxious from the fascist standpoint.
Gabrielle pressed her clasped hands against her heart and looked at the austerely beautiful face of Sister -Margarita, the Mistress of Postulants.
She knew that she must be looking at a Living Rule, of whom it is said that if the Holy Rule of the order were ever destroyed or lost from the printed record, it could be recaptured in entirety by studying such a perfect nun.
Sister Margarita's immense coif starched stiff as a shell and curving shell-like about the ageless Flemish face turned, almost imperceptibly, as the Mistress examined her new postulants to make sure that each had her black veil pinned over the hair and her cape hooked properly. Then she spoke in a voice exactly pitched to reach to the edge of the caped crowd and not a breath beyond."Now we will go into the chapel for a little colloquy with God", she said.
She turned and opened, as though it were a soundless panel of felt, a heavy oak door, and Gabrielle saw how one hand dropped over the ring of keys hanging from her leather belt so they would not clink together as she moved.
Gabrielle stared at the ankles of the girl ahead of her, obviously one who had just stepped out of clogs into her first shoes - her sister now, one of that mixed multitude of unknown women who would be her only family she would ever have again.
The peasant ankles stirred, the brogues shuffled forward. Gabrielle followed, walking erect with folded arms and hidden hands as she had learned to walk when scrubbed and sterile during the surgery-room stage of her nursing training.
She turned the corner and saw in one upward disobedient glance the whole chapel and the sisterhood who must replace in her heart all the lively affections she had ever known.
It was a family of statues at which she stared. Some two hundred sisters were already on their knees in soldierly rows down the long nave. The professed nuns in black veils knelt in the double row of carved stalls along either wall and the novices in white veils in three straight rows down the central aisle that ended at the altar. The folds of their choir capes fell around them on the floor and covered their turned-back feet. Viewed from the visitors' gallery, where the Mistress of Postulants led them, it was a faceless community of draped and motionless torsos lined up and spaced evenly one from the other as though set down by a precision instrument.
The door opened in the small sewing-room, I was dying to look round to see who had come in, but that was not allowed - it was undisciplined. Mother Walter stood at the door and watched me for a while, then she strode in carrying a length of white material and a pair of scissors.I bent over my sewing and my guilt gave way to suppressed anger.
Mother picked herself up and examined my small pile of completed pillows. "This is disgraceful work, Sister!", she bellowed, rending the room with her anger. "Look at this seam! And this! What use do you think you're going to be in this order, Sister? You are useless! A hopeless, useless person, Sister!" Something seemed to snap in me.
I threw down my scissors, narrowly missing the Novice Mistress, tore from the room, slamming the door, and proceeded to pelt up the stairs with Mother in hot pursuit, veils streaming, rosaries clanking, crucifixes swaying wildly side to side.
Eventually she caught up with me, shook me by the shoulders violently and yelled into my face: "How dare you! How dare you! Go up to the attic now, get down your trunk and sit on it for the rest of the day. Why do I ask you to do this?
Because we can send you home, Sister, any time. Do you hear me, Sister? At any time!"
I thought back over the months since I had arrived here as a postulant. I saw the bland faces of the professed nuns as I opened the doors for them, bowing to me expressionlessly so that I felt invisible. The professed were in touch with the world outside and must not be allowed to contaminate the novices during their two-year period of seclusion. The perpetual silence.
The ban on friendship, no talking in twos, ever, because friendship was dangerous. That odd sentence from the Rule: "The Sisters shall not touch one another even playfully". How strange that sounded now as I sat hearing Mother Albert's heart beating steadily, her silver profession-cross pressed against my cheek. I knew that this was only a concession to my weakness, that it would never be repeated. That she was doing it because I had failed.
"How can I stop wanting people to love me?", I asked in a small, muffled voice."Try to be more peaceful about it", Mother Albert said quietly. "You can't help liking some people in the community more". I breathed a sigh of relief. There were novices that | liked and would love to have had as my friends: Sister Rebecca, Sister Jocasta, Sister Griselda. And now, shaky with gratitude, I loved Mother Albert.
THE ECCLESIATICAL INQUISITION: During the twelfth and thirteenth centures, violent sectaries made their appearance in several parts of southern Europe. Not only did they attack the Church, but they advocated various immoral practices and encouraged revolt against civil authority.
The whole fabric of society, political and religious, was threatened with disruption. To meet so grave a peril, the Church, in concert with the secular governments which had begun to repress the sectaries with a heavy hand, established the Roman or Ecclesiastical Inquisition to try charges of heresy. Its object was primarily corrective.
If the heretic was prepared to recant his errors it imposed a penance, sometimes very light, and reconciled him with the Church; if he was obdurate it pronounced him guilty of heresy and its judgement were severe - confiscation of property, imprisonment, death.
Non-Catholics accused the Inquisition of cruelty. While we admit that condemend heretics werre treated with what, by normal modern standards, was great severity, judged by the standards of the time the penallties were by no means harsh. Besides, the accounts given of the numbers who suffered under the Inquisition are often exaggerated. In fact, the Inqusitionmarked an improvement on the treatment meted out till then to heretics. The lives of heretics ought to be preserved, in order that one day they may be converted to God's law.
Let us pretend that you are having an all-over wash, and that you have started with your feet and are going upwards. The next difficult bit is between your legs. As a doctor, I am often horrified to see how few girls keep themselves really clean there.
It is essential to wash twice a day, and of course you will not listen to any old-fashioned nonsense about avoiding baths.
So far from being dangerous, as our grandmothers believed, hot baths at any time are actually a very good thing. The hardest part of all is to wash properly round your back passage. However carefully you wipe yourself in the lavatory, dirt tends to stick in tiny folds in the skin, so take plenty of soap and plenty of time to clean them out. And leave a few minutes over to wash your knickers. They can smell even worse than stockings, and they need changing two or three times a week at least.
The next washing snag is your navel. It is full of nooks and crannies that conceal grime, and it needscareful decarbonising. A mirror is the only way to be sure that you have dealt with yours properly.
You should not wait for the boys to do all the picking and choosing, without so much as fluttering an eyelash towards one who may appeal to you particularly. That idea went out with bustles.
Remember that like you, a boy is first and foremost a person, think of that when your chance comes of speaking to him. In this way you will make it easier for him to respond - especially if he is a little bit frightened as many boys are.
True you have to have an opportunity of meeting him, but that should not be difficult if you make an opportunity of joining in activities which are likely to bring you into contact with each other.
There are few boys so shy that they will not make advances towards whoever really attracts them, when the way has been opened up and made easy for them.
She copped two grams of coke at Mission and Sixth, and snorted in the bathroom of the Greyhound Bus Terminal. The rush hit her like a brick orgasm. As she exited the terminal, even the winos looked like archangels.
It wasn't hard for Bizarro to pick up the first available dyke cruising in the front of the Civic Center Hotel.
The numbing effect of the drug made them comfortable in any position. They remained locked in a licking embrace for hours. Bizarro nodded out.
When she awoke, her partner was kneeling in front of her wearing a dildo that seemed to have no end. "You ain't seen nothing yet", said the dyke. She pressed a button and the big thing vibrated and swirled in a circular motion.
THE URGE TO STRAY: WHAT SCIENCE HAS UNCOVERED
One team of researchers, R.P. Michael and D. Zumpe, who studied the mating habits of rhesus monkeys, found some basis for the male propensity to stray sexually.
They paired a male monkey with the same female for a period of three and half years.
Each year, sexual frequency declined more and more. At the end of this period his female partner was removed and a new mate was introduced and copulation increased dramatically.
When the new mate was replaced by the old one again, sexual activity took another big dive.
Similar results were found in experiments with rodents and dogs.
From the everyday to the tragic, heterosexuality is the subject.
How can something touted as "natural" need so much PR?
Lesbianism is, as Sally Gearheart said years ago,
HOW, without guidance, encouragement, accurate information, images and words to nurture us, do we manage, finally, TO CONCEIVE OURSELVES??
HOW, in spite of derison, incarceration, violence, and poverty, do we find the courage TO CREATE OURSELVES??
I don't know and wish I did.
Like cockroaches, we live in the woodwork of society, in its tiny cracks and crevices, finding our way to each other.
Like cockroaches and dandelions, all attempts to eradicate us have failed.
If anything, over efforts to thwart us strengthen our resolve and make us more stubborn.
The Cretans have a peculiar custom regarding love affairs, for they win the objects of their love, not by persuasion, but by capture.
The lover tells the friends of the boy three or four days beforehand that he is going to make the capture. But for the friends to conceal the boy, or not to let him go forth by the appointed road, is indeed a most disgraceful thing, a confession, as it were, that the boy is unworthy of having such a lover. When they meet, if the abductor is the boy's equal or superior in rank and other respects, the friends pursue him and lay hold of him, though only in a very gentle way, thus satisfying the custom, and cheerfully turn the boy over to him and allow him to lead him away.
They regard as a worthy object of love not the boy who is exceptionally handsome but the boy who is exceptionally manly and decorous.
After giving presents to the boy, the abductor takes him away to any place in the country he wishes. After feasting and hunting with the boy and his friends for two months, they return to the city.
The boy is released after receiving as presents a military habit, an ox, and a drinking cup.
The 'setivira' or bachelors had recourse to sodomy, a practice which was not condemned but was actually a custom of the country.
And a custom is the true sense, i.e., fully sanctioned by male society and universally practised.
For a long time, the existence of sodomy was successfully concealed from me, but latterly, once I had won the confidence of a few informants in the matter, it was admitted on every hand.
It was actually regarded as essential to the growing boy to be sodomized.
More than one informant being asked if he had ever been subjected to unnatural practice, answered, "Why yes! Otherwise how should I have grown?".
The Summa Dingoma of Dinglo-Catholic Doctrine.
(all you need to memorize in 30 easy volumes)
Page 6969 (volume 23)
The Dingo is absolutely wild when it hits the scene, but not much more is known about it over here in Blighty than that it's a bit of an old dog and blamed TOTALLY UNJUSTLY for that totallynaff and un-fabulosa film on the DingoBaby Case. It is not guilty of anotherearlier pic 'Picnic On Hanging Rock' or'Neighbours'.
The Dingo charvers with its Organ calledthe Bingo and is always claiming its numberis up and that's why it is perpetually on the charver.
DINGOMA do'g'trine maintains that the Dingo is bijou at Charvering, but there are hereticaldoubts among its trade.
Even after a whole solid minute of Charver, which it claims is "absolute magic", its partners claim it is 'absolutely barking' and'Life is not the only Bitch around here'.
On the way home, Jenny, Martin and Eric play at being a horse-drawn cart.
Jenny sits in the cart, holding on to the washing and shouts, "Gee-up!"
And Eric and Martin gallop away with their arms around each other. They have trouble because they keep tripping over each other.
Nearly opposite their house lives a woman called Mrs Andrews. As they come charging along the pavement, Mrs Andrews suddenly steps out of her gateway, and Eric and Martin run straight into her, nearly knocking her flat. They can't help laughing. Eric tries to say he is sorry, but he can hardly speak, he islaughing so much.Mrs Andrews is furious. Jenny is rather frightened of Mrs Andrews because she always gives them such an angry look whenever they meet her.
"What on earth do you think you are playing at?", she hisses. "Can't we even walk peacefully on the pavement any more?"
"Yes, we are very sorry", says Martin.
"Sorry? You gays! Why don't you stay at home so the rest of us don't have to see you? Ugh!" Mrs Andrews turns on her heel and marches off angrily down the street.
"She certainly was upset", Eric grins. "Well, it was an accident. Jenny is terrified.
"Why did she shout like that? She is stupid. It isn't up to her to say whether we can walk down the street, is it?"
"No," says Eric, putting Jenny down. "It isn't up to her. I expect it was because she was frightened. Never mind!" They all help to get the cart up the steps and into the yard.
"There are some people who can't understand. They think it is strange for two men to live together,because it isn't very common. Perhaps someone has told them it is wrong. So they get scared or angry. It is often like that when people can't understand something."