A PRIEST ONCE TOLD ME that the world would be an easier place to live if more people went to confession. As a child, the confessional booth was one of the corners of the Catholic faith that bored me most. As a lapsed adult, it’s the one I miss. Sitting for 10 minutes, making a scorecard of every rotten thing you’ve done in the past fortnight, then being absolved of it is a useful, even noble endeavour. My problem with the hypothesis is that my version of sin and the Catholic Church’s has always varied so wildly.
From the moment I first did it, right up until this morning, when I did it again for the umpteenth time — my 10th year with the same one — the idea of lying with another man, has always struck me as a thoroughly good thing. The warmth of an embrace from the man you love is the perfect start and end to the day. It’s beautiful.
”AT LEAST TIM FARRON DID THE RIGHT THING IN STEPPING DOWN. I’D GIVE HIM 10 HAIL MARYS AND A LONG THINK”