HollyS -> RE: Catholic School Images (6/6/2006 3:28:14 PM)
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How many people here raised Catholic have visceral/instinctive reactions to images from Catholic upbringing? 12 years of Catholic school have definately given me plenty of triggers. *grins* I still have my uniform from high school (black watch plaid skirt, white blouse, blue sweater, tie) in the bottom of a drawer purely for nostalgia sake. The whole schoolgirl thing is a real turn-on for me, but the person wearing it has to carry it off well. My boyfriend and I used to steal away to the yearbook office to make out... nothing like having to adjust your tie and straighten your nylons before walking into the hallway where your teachers might see you. When I see scene-people wearing the getup, I immediately wonder if they ever got a rap on the knuckles with a ruler from Sr. Mary Stigmata back in the day! Sorry, can't help it. I'm also attracted to the authority of the traditional priest garb. There was a teacher I had whom we all called Fr. Dom (short for Dominic, but still!) who was hands-down the smartest guy around. Was always impeccably dressed in either black pants, shirt, sports coat or a very traditional cassock. It's a different kind of swoony for me - not sexy but authoritarian. Erotic still... Finally (yes, I could go on awhile), I remember the thrill I got the first time I saw a picture of Bernini's sculpture "Ecstacy of St. Theresa" http://www.unf.edu/classes/freshmancore/core1images/sttheresa-bernini-2.jpg It depicts St. Theresa in the midst of a vision where an angel appeared to her with arrows aimed straight at her heart. The look on her face is one of pure orgasmic ecstacy and I still get stirred just looking at it. This is from her personal journal, on which the image was based. Someone just try and tell me this woman wasn't a masochistic s-type: "I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying" Chapter XXIX; Part 17, Teresa's Autobiography ~Holly, who's likely to be distracted for the rest of the day
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