CagedNymph's blog: "So I'm a Freak, Get over it!"

I have been contemplating the idea of becoming a pagan nun. To many this seems like a very foreign and scary concept. The misconceptions placed on this role by the catholic church are not what I am referring to when broaching the idea. Whatever limitations anyone decides to put on themselves in regards to the title are choices of their own. To abstain from others and sexual contact is not part of claiming the title. Now those are choices one might make. Wikipedia defines a “Nun” as: “A Nun is a woman who has taken special vows committing her to a religious life.[1] She may be an ascetic who voluntarily chooses to leave mainstream society and live her life in prayer and contemplation in a monastery or convent. The term "nun" is applicable to Roman Catholics, Eastern Christians, Anglicans, Lutherans, Jains, Buddhists, and Taoists, for example. While in common usage the terms nun and sister are often used interchangeably, properly speaking a nun is a female religious who lives a contemplative life of prayer and meditation within a monastery while a sister (in the Christian religions) lives an active vocation of service to the needy, sick, poor, and uneducated.[2]” No where in that definition does it state “No Booty!” I am a person who believes in life. Life in all forms, from creation to destruction, is sacred. All should be treasured and honored with the same respect. In the wheel of our year we experience all aspects, none better than the other. I feel to refrain from one is to deny part of the cycle of life. I will not do it. (Besides I enjoy it too much) But I do aspire to learn more about my beliefs. To turn my life and focus on those teachings that have made me a better person. I am not planning on getting all fanatical about my beliefs. But I feel the urge, almost need, to devote myself to my beliefs. And to study, to learn, to teach has always been part of my calling. I have always been fascinated by different religions and their history. But this step is making a more solid “vow” almost to the path that I have started down. That has filled me so much that I want to dedicate myself not to a person, nor a coven or group, but to the very belief itself. The internal debate is great, for when I decide and give my word to something, I do follow it through till the end. Becoming a Pagan Nun sounds lighthearted and funny, but this will be a choice that will have an impact on the rest of my life till the end. I am not asking for advice, nor other peoples opinions. This is a choice one must make for themselves. Hell, most people have a hard time showing any sort of dedication to a belief they have claimed. But I am not other people, I am only me. Mulling over my choices in life, the decision that I have already made, and seeing where I want to go in my life physically, mentally and spiritually. I am a very spiritual person, and being such don’t think that I would have too hard of a time with this path. I would be one of the first official nuns. But can I live up to the expectations that I will put on myself in that position? I honestly do not know.

So, what comes to mind when you think of a guy’s poker night? A dark basement, slightly foggy with cigar smoke.. A hand full of mid 30's men wrapped around a folding table.. Glasses of liquor and chips covering the table.. Profanities spewing forth worse than any sailor can come up with.. And the background of every man is macho to the extreme; from firefighter to carpenter. This is what Most people picture when you are asked that question. The reality: So I walking into my friend’s house to keep her company while the men are doing that male bonding ritual called "Poker Night". And the first thing I noticed is the giant pot of water boiling on the stove. Kind of wondering if I was being volunteered to help cook some thing, I asked her what it was for. Get this... It's for the men in the basement! OK... So now I just have to wander down there. You know, to say hi.. and fulfill my curiosity. First thing I notice is missing.. the smoky air. Not that shocking because a lot of people have quit smoking. But the smell in the air is sweet and semi floral. I wander down the rest of the way. Seeing a sight I was semi expecting, yet not. Manly men around the table, check. Glasses and chips on the table, check. Profanities, check. But then I notice.. the tea pot. Just visualize all these big burly men sitting around the table, and they are ALL drinking tea! Now that I’m fairly sure is not the tea demographic that stores are going for. And these men have no background as hippies or anything else that might lead them to possibly even try tea. But there they were drinking Jasmine Green Tea. Now I think it’s sad when these guys have better tea choices than I do. But what can I say. I was just shocked! And even today, the image still makes me giggle! Burly men and their tea.. go figure!

Get used to it! The “norm” is boring. People who stay at home and their whole life revolve around work, television and sleeping disgusts me. You have two legs, so get off your ass and do something for yourself. Yes, I am a fat chick. Deal with it. Yes, I have an attitude. I never said I was a nice person. I am honest and have my own opinions. Getting a tattoo does not make you “wild” or “different”. If you want to be different, pick up a hobby. I like fire. No, I LOVE fire! Yes, I put it into my mouth. No, I will not put you into my mouth. You are not worth it, nor have you earned it. I am a very sexual person and do flirt while talking. That does not mean you can get into my pants. Loyalty and Friendship are something to be earned! Learn what holding to your word means. If you promise something, that mean following through and in the time promised. Yes, I am old fashioned. Too damn bad! I demand respect from everyone I know. I hate ignorance. If you are too lazy to learn proper English or spelling, then you are too lazy to give me what I deserve. So I will not give you the time of day. Know what you are talking about or I might plow you over. You are allowed and encouraged to have your own opinion. But do no, for one second, think that your opinion is the only acceptable choice. Yes, I am a Witch. Pagan, look it up! I do not worship the devil nor sacrifice any living creatures. Before you decide to judge me do your research. Or I will lump you in with all the other incompetent bimbo’s that think they can get into my pants. If you have any questions you can ask. I will give you an honest answer and encourage growth in knowledge. I will not rant for much longer. For those of you care to know me for who I truly am... Know that there are a lot of different sides to me. And as you grow in respect in my eyes, I might show you more of myself. Even possibly introduce you to the world you never really knew existed. Because society is trapped and programmed in to a screen world, where they watch others live their lives while they themselves rot away in front of a computer or television. Get your ass up and move!