It’s just when Father Sean starts talking about the Scriptures that everything inside me feels like a too-full, too-dirty kitchen sink. When I’m told girls Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t. When I’m told To wait. To stop. To obey. When I’m told not to be like Delilah. Lot’s Wife. Eve. When the only girl I’m supposed to be was an impregnated virgin who was probably scared shitless.
