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: September 2003: The
Catholic School Girl Fetish
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THE SINS OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH are
without peer in
the wretched annals of Western Civilization. Although
the papacy is thankfully in decline, it once wielded
a cold steel boner over the world, channeling its
terrified followers' sexual energies into global
Sadism Pageants. The church subsumed the faithful's
carnal appetites and gave them back bloody Crusades,
brutal inquisitions, and public witch-burnings.
It systematically extorted poor, hardworking souls
in exchange for the cynical promise of a heaven
that doesn't exist. It ostracized and punished and
often killed those who dared challenge its divine
authority. Its insane oligarchy's warped libidinal
misery forbids abortion so that the fetuses can
grow into little children ripe for physical and
sexual abuse at the wrinkled hands of a depraved
clergy. Chastity belts and mohair shirts and self-flagellation.
The dead-flesh smell of incense, the rote torture
of Mass and the rosary, the constant screaming threats
of hell, hell hell...
The
Catholic Church has been a naughty, naughty boy.
Catholicism
is an S&M cult masquerading as a religion. It
is the largest,
longest-running Fetish Ball in history. There are
heavy sexual undertones in its aesthetic of darkness,
in its mandatory confession of sins, in its clerical
vows of celibacy, in its nutty doctrine that priests
can literally turn bread and wine into Christ's
flesh and blood, in its teaching that the son of
God popped out of a virgin's vagina, and in its
insistence on showing the crucified Jesus in all
his gore-splattered pain. (Note that Protestants
display empty crosses rather than crucifixes.)
It's no coincidence that sadomasochistic role-playing
borrows heavily from Catholic iconography: undefiled
virgins, stern confession-booth priests hearing
your most embarrassing secrets, and evil nuns, who
were history's template for the modern dominatrix.
The
Holy Roman Church has been in power for two thousand
years, and it is therefore responsible for more
human suffering and sexual repression than modern-day
pestilences such as fascism and communism.
Despite
all that, it has also given us the Catholic schoolgirl
uniform, so I hereby declare all its sins forgiven.
Hi,
my name is Sandra and I used to attend a nice Catholic
Girls School in the Philippines. I am now 21 years
old and have kept my uniform but only just realized
that men like me to wear it when we have sex. I
personally like to wear it without any underwear
on underneath then sit on a man's face while he
licks my bald pussy.
--Ad
for a Hong Kong porn site
The
young Catholic schoolgirl was being overpowered
by her own
budding sexuality. Almost by reflex, she slid her
already-short skirt farther up her thigh. She took
her pen and pushed it up the rest of the way under
her skirt, rubbing the bottom of the pen against
her pink panties.
--From
a fiction piece posted on alt.sex.stories
THERE
IS NO CLOTHING FETISH MORE COMMON than that
for the "naughty schoolgirl" outfit. It is so universal--so
catholic, in the lower-case sense of the term--that
it hardly seems like a fetish at all. It is a mandatory
item in every stripper's wardrobe. In virtually
all pornographic magazines and videos, you'll find
some pigtailed maiden in a short plaid skirt acting
young and innocent. Countless websites cater to
the obsession, boasting come-ons such as "Who wants
some tight Catholic schoolgirl pussy?" and "Catholic
School Girls in uniform...and out....oops!"
The
schoolgirl fetish is by no means limited to Catholic
girls. In England, where they killed all the Catholics,
the "naughty art-school girl" is a star player in
erotic fantasies. In Japan, sexualized schoolgirls
are a national obsession on a par with rape-themed
comic books and penis enlargement.
The
libidinous fixation on schoolgirl outfits belongs
to a broader fetish for all uniforms, such as those
for nurses, waitresses, and cheerleaders. Uniforms
are sexy because they harness the individual. They
depersonalize you and make you interchangeable with
others in uniform. They imply tight, repressed,
vacuum-sealed, anti-individualistic discipline...until
the wearer can stand it no longer, at which time
the buttons pop off and the zippers unzip. Uniforms
bear something S&M about them that becomes more
troubling when the uniform in question is common
among underage girls. Nurses and waitresses are
presumed to be adults; cheerleaders and schoolgirls
aren't.
ASK
THE AVERAGE MAN: "Do you like Catholic schoolgirl
outfits?" and his answer will be, "Yes."
Then
ask him: "Are you a pedophile?" and the answer
will be, "No."
Yet
since Catholic girls only wear uniforms until
the end of high school...and since most high-schoolers
only reach age 18 during their senior year...any
adult male who's aroused at a girl wearing such
finery is essentially fantasizing about sex with
someone the law defines as a child. It's not as
clearly pedophilic as "big daddy/ little girl"
psychodrama, but it's still dicey.
AS
PART OF MY LABORIOUS RESEARCH for this noble
essay, I asked about a dozen guys--none of whom
seem like baby-rapers or cradle-robbers--whether
they thought Catholic schoolgirl outfits were
sexy, and they all said yes without hesitation.
So
I can either conclude that they're all chomos,
or that the main appeal of Catholic schoolgirl
outfits lies outside the sickly realm of child
molestation.
I
should confess that I speak as one who shares
the fetish. I believe that if a woman insists
on wearing clothes, at least let it be a Catholic
schoolgirl uniform. I find them so hot, my testes
swell like boiled eggs whenever I see one. My
cock is drawn to a plaid skirt like a big pink
moth to a flame. I can't describe it because it
is beyond words...it is spiritual. 'Tis something
more mystical than the divine mysteries of the
Eucharist. It is the power of the Holy Ghost moving
between a girl's thighs.
Her
plaid skirt is the matador's red cape, and my
cock is the bull. I see that red tartan pattern,
and I need to get at the little furry monkey beneath
it. The girl could have the face of an algae-eater,
and yet in that uniform, I want to make more little
Catholics with her. Like someone liberating the
German camps, I want to set free all that repression
in her vagina.
Raise
that Cunt Kilt and fuck her. Pull her pigtails
and fuck her HARD.
Spread her legs like the Red Sea and savagely
defile the wench. Stick your pope-thang up her.
Fuck all the guilt out of her. Fuck all the Hail
Marys and Our Fathers clean out of her. Nail her
as if the bed is a wooden cross, she's Jesus,
and you're a Roman Centurion. Grab that hot Catholic
ass and get busy.
I
WAS RAISED CATHOLIC, so don't start squawking
that I'm prejudiced. I was given a twelve-year
sentence in their school system, so I know of
what I speak. Twelve years of near-daily exposure
to those uniforms. My testicles descended, my
voice changed, and I sprouted pubes while surrounded
by a forest of two thousand Catholic schoolgirls
in uniform. My high school eschewed plaid kilts
in favor of one-piece blue polyester zip-up things
with a light-blue shirt underneath, blue knee
socks, and a little patch on the left breast.
The ample boobs of the girl who sat behind me
in sophomore-year's homeroom class yearned to
break free from their blue-polyester prison...or
at least that's what I hoped.
I
lost my virginity at age 12 with a Catholic girl,
and I can attest that the "Sluts for Christ" rumors
are mostly true. There is more sweat and desperation
in their lovemaking than the public school girls,
with their "sexually healthy" attitudes. For a
faith so allegedly sex-hating, Catholicism produces
females who swallow cum like it's holy water.
They're the sort of girls who'd raise Jesus from
the dead just so they could blow him. They are
wanton cesspools of carnality, sticking themselves
with dicks like a junkie uses needles, taking
in cocks like a chain-smoker lights cigarettes,
one after the other, more, more, MORE...
It
makes sense that a religion which strove to destroy
the sex drive would wind up producing oversexed
progeny. It's as simple as a law of physics: You
push it down hard, it comes back up hard. Tell
her she can't do it, she'll do it twice.
Poor
girl. The church acted as if it owned her vagina,
forbidding her
from having an abortion, denying her the choice
of having a baby or dumping it in the clinic wastebasket.
But all the attempts to neuter her have ultimately
backfired. The church placed a psychological cork
in her vagina that couldn't help but pop. She
could only "hold it in" for so long. How many
thousands of times during her schooling has she
been forced down onto her knees, eyes closed and
mouth wide open awaiting the bland Christ wafer?
So the first time she takes it upon herself to
get down on her knees, be sure she'll put something
more substantial in her mouth.
So
I'd speculate that the fetish for Catholic schoolgirl
outfits has little to do with an attraction for
underage chicks and much more to do with the allure
of sexual repression finally unleashed. When it
comes to Catholic schoolgirl uniforms, the word
"schoolgirls" is far less essential than the words
"Catholic" and "uniforms." It's not pre-pube innocence
which drives men wild--it's the LIE of innocence.
Whatever
papal flunkey thought these outfits would be a
good way to harness female sexuality was a Class-A
Retard.
Perhaps
there's something more devious at work. Drowning
in scandal and dwindling membership, maybe Rome
is using the Catholic schoolgirl outfit as a last-ditch
recruiting tactic. I see similarities to the Children
of God cult from the 1970s, where female missionary-prostitutes
won converts by having sex with them.
It
doesn't bother me, so long as you keep making
those
uniforms.
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