s and M

Since I'm still thinking about candles and cumbersome cucumbers and feeling sorry for the blessed Catholic Archbishop Curia, now my wicked seated personality is thinking about something else. Why did a St. Francis of Assisi whip himself silly? (or maybe it wasn't him?) Why did a St. Chiara have to chop her lovely hair off? Why are we given the impression that physical hardship is a purifier? What the hell does it purify? Why are we made to fast and pray, we are we given the warning that as good Catholics we have to fast and refrain from eating meat. Is God going to love me any less if I decide to get a Whopper from Burger King? And about the fasting, it's just like any other form of dieting. Millions of women do that every day, so what's so special? It's so masochist. Totally like s and M. There is no masochist without a sadist somewhere. An actual very good example of s and M. So to those leading an s and M type of lifestyle, have they actually got it right? And if they have, why does the majority of the population look down on them and call them mad. Come on, I think a lot of people would love to try a little bit of s and M, maybe not the very hardcore. But my guess is that a million women in this country (yes I know we're less than a million but it's still a million) have been tied to their bed with silk scarves and have found it exciting. A lot of men who usually hold dominant positions in life have been blindfolded and made to serve in the bedroom and loved it. And a lot have progressed to real handcuffs, bullwhips, scarificators, gags, clamps.... It is a statistic rather than what I think. My friend Ranier who runs a Maltese online sex shop knows exactly what he sells. So are all these people very saintly people? There is a very fine line between pain and pleasure. It's not called "le petit mort" for nothing. And talk to anybody who is familiar with the big Oh Yes. You'd get the same answer. Ok now I think I'm going to be driven away from the Church with sticks and stones. And I might like it.