Making my church sister experience what big dick feels like (Rough Sex)
I used to admire this unselfconscious abandon in my Christian brothers and sisters. Another of my brothers had difficulty with sums. My mother screamed at my brother, the first through the door. Somebody asked me what time it was. My life has been filled with much joy seeing God at work in numerous settings.
Among these photos my father had kept a series of shots of my mother seated on the bed in my parents' bedroom. It is discernment.. And even though my first encounter with this type of worship — which sometimes escalated to jumping up and down, even crying — was through the window of a church, making me wonder what sort of cult was inside, eventually the approach felt fresh and freeing to me; like it was a much more appropriate way to worship the creator of everything.