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yes, it is true. i was raised roman catholic. my father studied to be a priest for years, but backed out about 3 months before being ordained. my mom is from a long line of irish catholics... the guilt runs generations deep in both sides of the family. anyway, at age 8 i started to refuse to go to church. i used every excuse i could come up with. i even went out and skinned my knee really bad on my skateboard early one sunday morning (the young masochist in me i guess, but it was less painful eating those icky wafer they called the body of christ!?!). when threatened with bodily harm, though, i usually gave in and put on my little lace dress (the drag queen in me). luckily the bathroom was in a building across the parking lot, so i would escape and not return until everyone began herding back to their cars.
remembering back to the day when i was going to sign up for my very first email account at @cats.ucsc.edu, i recall much angst (god, i hate that word. "god, will you get rid of that word when the world ends?"). i knew this was a very serious thing. that a bad account name would haunt me forever. (i recall a friend choosing snowyowl, as in snowy_owl... an account i borrowed for a spell, and will never forget. ick. how embarassing.) rapture. rapture@cats. seemed right. the rapture. ominous. bold. black. deconstruction. permanent. perfect. except that the real story is that i just like disco and was listening to Blonde's Greatest Hits that day and for lack of anything more interesting.... rapture.. rapture@cats.. rapture@resort.. rapture@antfarm.. rapture@the_end.
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