I think we are a bit of life. I don't grasp at all, why - instead of a few true medical reasons or lokal terms, like being a Bedoine without water - life itself must be hurt in such a way. I take no stock in such "traditions", they are blank/vain pods/shucks today. And once more, stupid not-thinking parents (first of all: mothers! To take revenge for various reasons, I’m sure. Depth psychologically! Males are only nice followers and sleeping husbands in this case) are to blame for this sin. I'm not (no more) catholic, but manytimes Catholicism seems to me to be FOR life at all, instead of all other restrictions. I heard the true story about a catholic monk (1980!); he felt too ashamed to wash his penis, he became a heavy balanitis; for a too long time he felt too ashamed to search a doctor, a bad lonely pitiable circle; the end of the story I forgot, but I think at the end he did not die. And I know other stories about boys with a phimosis, totally left alone, desperate. As I was a young child, for a time I was influenced and impressed by Catholicism. For a while I found a way to masturbate without touching myself directly. I found that I'm very smartly! Without this “impure touching myself” I felt better for a time. It was a bit easier to go to the confessional. Nothing, merely in order to express myself. In a foreign language. Love, EHO
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