After reading the title, I am certain you have already formulated an opinion, not only of the subject matter, but of me as the writer. Which is cool. Honestly.
I was raised in a fairly religious home in rural Appalachia. Nothing special, just your typical home where television, carnivals, jewelry, and Sunday afternoon bike rides were sins; where “gosh” and “darn” were considered egregious profanity; and where being rebellious constituted listening to the Rich Mullins or parting your hair on the opposite side (essentially).
The fact that we were sent to a small, private school that taught nearly-identical doctrines didn’t help much, either. In school, topics such as sex, nudity, and human biology were often regarded as evil and frequently accompanied by threats of Hell fires and eternal damnation. To give a little perspective, our tenth-grade biology teacher skipped over the chapters discussing the scientific principles of human reproduction because it was too graphic of a subject for us to discuss in an open forum.[Read More…]