The Pope

And now I'm worried. I think maybe a priest will have read my blog, and told the Monseigneur, who will tell the Archbishop who will tell the Pope. And of course my mother too in the process. The Pope. I don't like this Pope very much. I liked the other Pope because he looked so kind. And I cried when he died. This one looks likes a Nazi, and anyway he's actually hailing from the country of Nazis. And I don't like him because he doesn't like gay people. I'm not gay by any means so that wouldn't bother me. He doesn't like 'pogguti' either I think, but I am not losing sleep over it. But this anti-gay thing bothers me, because it'll be anti-overweight and anti-obese next. And I don't think I'm being silly. Gay people are gay not out of choice. I'm big not out of choice either, although yes I could do something to help myself a little bit. But there is a valid reason why, a reason which I will not state in here. I will state everything else, but not my big reason. I remember there are rats around and I'm not feeding them Parmiggiano Reggiano to make them feel even bolder. I wonder if someone had to hold an anti-fat (oh dear there goes the f word) rally somewhere. We big people would probably also attend and crush them to death. Because they would deserve it. If I were gay I wouldn't really be affected much by what the Pope thinks. I'd just lead my life regardless. But there are gay people who really want to be good Catholics and the Pope is making their life difficult. And I cannot like a Pope who singles people out like that. God created everything, including gay people, and as long as nobody's getting hurt who does the Pope think he is to condemn it. He thinks he's the Pope of course. But he's not God and should just shut the f*&^% up. When I was young I thought the Pope was so special that he never even needed to visit the loo, but then I always saw the kind Pope. Now I know that this Pope not only uses the loo, but farts, shits, and does whatever else in the bathroom. I don't think that some nun is going to do him the favour of lifting his habit-skirt up and waiting while he does his business. That only happens in jokes. Or maybe not. There is just a very small part of the female population who think that priests have a sexy something. I think that priests have a sexy nothing. They are the men of God. And I have been a mistress and had married lovers who had wives, but cheating and being a mistress when the man in concern is married to God? Oh no, that's too scary. And although the Oh God exclamation is heard a lot in bedrooms, I really don't think people are seeing God every time. I can only speak through my experience, I've said the Oh God too, but I've never seen Him. I've never seen Him and his angels descend on me and give me a blessing. But then maybe it's because most times it's been illicit, and because of the 'pogguta' thing, God cannot give me a blessing right during the 'Oh God' because God doesn't have double standards. It's just that whenever we're getting good sex, somehow the Oh God slips out. I don't know why. It's like the Oh Yes or something of the sort. And thus I started this entry being worried that someone would spread the word, and my mum (God forbid) would get to know and get a big shock getting to know what her daughter was thinking and doing. But since mum thinks I'm a 'pastaza' then I guess she just would confirm her thoughts. And I'm not worried anymore. Yes, they can go and tell the Pope... seriously.