It wasn’t until I became an outspoken atheist blogger, that I spent so much time writing about sex. In response to endless, blathering blog posts and articles by Christians and Catholics who seem beyond obsessed with the act, I have written dozens upon dozens of rants on the topic. Prior to Godlessmom.com, I hardly ever wrote about sex, because, well, you know us atheists and our preference to actually have sex over chatting about it, and not having the need to get up in ever
So, yesterday went something like this: work, work, write, blog, tweet, work, mom, dinner, mom, sleep, then don’t sleep, then get the fuck up and interweb. During my insomniacal interwebbing, I always end up clicking links that take me deeper and deeper into what I like to call, the Holy Web. This is the part of the web where the jeebots run free with their nonsense, where every second post is devoted to a small man who lived in the Middle Eastern desert a bajillion years ago
When I think of condoms, I think about the single invention could save our planet and our species. Generally, with a “bow-chicka-wow-wow” in the background. Thinking about a pecker poncho usually brings a grin to my face, even if it’s not on the chiseled body of Alexander Skarsgard, because in this tiny little banger balloon, lies the solution to many of the world’s most concerning problems… most importantly, preventing me from becoming a grandmama before I wanna be. The Cath
Last Wednesday, I peeled myself off the beach in Playa Del Carmen to trudge to the corner store for some cold beers and a couple of Fantas for the kids. On the way back, as I crossed La Quinta (the main tourist strip in Playa), a Catholic procession made it’s way down the road. I stopped and waited, the scent of incense swirling around in the soupy air, and short Mexican women in white dresses and neon embroidery carried idols of saints next to robed altar boys and priests an
This is an ongoing series featuring your stories of how you came to identify as an atheist. If you want to send me your story, you can submit it here. To read past stories, click here. This first one is from Lindsay: I was raised a Christian and spent many Sunday mornings at church. I sang the songs and participated in discussion, but never felt that connection with “God” that my parents insisted I had. It was in high school when I began the harrowing journey from Christian t
You can’t really get out of bed anymore without hearing piles of Jeebots insist they are being persecuted all over the world. Writhing together like swarms of morons, they cry, “Why did you kick God out of school?” and “We’re an oppressed minority!”. Sure, they are in actual fact, the vast majority in the USA and many other countries. Sure there are more churches than schools in many places. Nevermind that Christ-lovers can freely marry, have never been forced to sit at the b
This is an ongoing series featuring your stories of how you came to identify as an atheist. If you want to send me your story, you can submit it here. To read past stories, click here. This first one is short and sweet and pretty much exactly the same as my own story. It comes from Mitch: I was born atheist – as, incidentally, was everyone – and nothing’s ever happened to change that.
That’s all. Here’s another quick one from Dan, I read a lot as I kid. I was indoctrinated a