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Frida Virrueta May 2015
"Come in, come in", he says kindly

Like a child on his first day of school I entered the room in which the nature of mankind would be revealed.
A sympathetic conversation led to the rubbing of his raging hand against my lower, intimidated back

I was using the ****** power I have as a woman to lead him into the craving of my anatomy
but I was afraid, and I didn't want it..
I wanted him to stop, but I didn't want to stop

Tonic Immobility was my immediate reaction reaction to the abusive touch of a priest who used John 1:9 as his excuse

My body - naturally reacting to its sexuality leaned itself to the predator, with desire but with fear...

Obsessing over *******, I spent my sundays ******* instead of going to church
I found myself continuously watching ******* and drawing vaginas in class
But most importantly - trying to make sense out of my ****** encounter with a priest -  I found myself thinking of the bizarreness of human nature...

Thats what it was...
Human nature...

The priest was condemned due to his commitment to God, to the church.
His human nature refused to be repressed any longer, he refused to continue having testicular pain due to the vasocongestion
he needed
he needed
he needed

I needed
I needed
I needed
because by nature I desire ***
because by nature I am ******
because by nature I am promiscuous

Our religion had deceived us into believing that that Human Nature is a sin
Our religion had turned our ****** desires into feelings of guilt
Our religion repressed our entire nature
When in reality,
theres no such thing as sin, at least not in nature...
–*Frida Virrueta
Frida Virrueta Jun 2015
My genitalia, I  have no control over
It's not my fault my body wanted it...
No control over the unwanted arousal
Unwanted but pleasing arousal that arrived with every violating,intimidating meeting of skins
In fear, but it was delighting to feel in power
Feeding of my woman nature,
the ****** power of a woman
He controlled me with the fear he fed me
I controlled him with the pleasure I provided
What a pleasure,
what a guilt
what a guilty pleasure..
Egos face to face
His macho begging me to be submissive
I kept trying to convince him,
I kept trying to convince myself that I wasn't weak,
for the weak is the one who desires
He desired..
The weak is he who needs,he was in need
Although thinking he was in power,
I was in power, for I held what he desired…

- Frida Virrueta

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