A Sacred Fuck
Author’s note: This piece is pure fiction, and in no way reflects the realities of being a nun, as far as the author knows. No disrespect to God or nuns was intended. … It was a sunny summer’s day at the Mohaka Convent on the hill. The nuns were all busy doing the things nuns do: the daily chores, the weaving and sewing, prayers and meditations, scripture studies, and so on. The only contact they ever had with men was when they’d go into town to buy or sell goods at the market. They were...