Protestants and Catholics

I used to be a Catholic but now I am a Protestant. However I am not one of those Protestants who has a Big Fucking Problem with Catholicism. Having been personally submerged in its dark eerieness and now being pulled up onto the banks and dripping the ooze and sludge offa me and watching it go slithering back into the dark moonlit pool of coldness and distant howls I certainly feel a lot less burdened, all that slime and moss offa me. But I don't feel any particular resentment for having been in the cold swamp for so long in the first place. I mean, the swamp of Catholicism was just THERE. It was OTHER PEOPLE who threw me into it. All adults, of course. So I can't blame the swamp for being a swamp. The swamp didn't come and get me and pull me into it. I was thrown in from the banks. By other people. So I don't have a problem with Catholicism. In fact now I see it as a kind of fun place. In a goulish sort of way, of course. I see it as kind of a cool enigma still parked upon the earth: a dark, mysterious hothouse of fears and perversions. My favorite perversion of course being the idea of nuns getting it on in the darkness of their hallways lit only by torches on the walls and their bare legs and pussies being slathered by the tongue of another hot nun. In other words, Catholicism is now hot and erotic and haunted. Like a bitchin carnival romp. Who could have a PROBLEM with that.