Lesbian Nuns Who Did Not Achieve Martyrdom
And now, as I sit in this echoing cathedral I wonder: ‘what are the thoughts that invade my mind?’ Is it really a time for reflection, contemplation, marvel or is it merely an extension of the thoughts that came before I walked through those doors? I can’t help but cast my mind back to the last religious imagery I saw: a small wooden Jesus carved into a phallus; two nude women lying, knotted, ...