I suspect my complaints here may result in a pit thread about me…but…fuck, I wanna vent.
So I went to Hershey Park with some friends and their acquantances yesterday. To set the stage, most of them are at least mildly evangelical Protestants; I’m the only Catholic there. These are good people, and I’ve known one of them since I was five years old. There’s always been a slight weirdness about me being Catholic, but it’s never been a barrier between us outside occassional discussions of specific tenets of our faiths. (Still, the occassional “are you saved” language slips out, and I sometimes suspect that it’s made louder in my presence.)
We’re at dinner after the park, and one guy on the group whom I’ve never met before the trip asks; “So what do you think of the scandal in your church? I ask every Catholic I meet.”
To be fair, this guy seemed to be severely lacking in social graces. Still, the flavoring of the question seemed to be “Doesn’t it suck being Catholic? Can I make you feel that way?”
Fuck. I decided to be charitable and answered the question fairly. I said that although I hold priests to a higher standard, nobody expects people to be perfect. It’s tragic when child molestation happens. It’s tragic that certain people have no self-control and take it out on little boys. I said that these guys should be given the boot. Still, this tragedy doesn’t impact my belief that I should be Catholic. It’s me, it’s my church, it’s my home. Short answer, without belittling the victims: let’s weed out the creeps and get on with our lives.
So somebody else raises the comment: “Y’know, if they just let priests marry, it’d solve a lot of problems.” And there’s a snide comment two tables back, something like “yeah, but that’s not all that needs fixing” or something like that. Lord knows what that meant (and it came from a girl who, although I don’t know well, I’ve been nice and complimentary to every time I’d seen her, and I even won her a stuffed animal earlier that day. Fuck.)
Pardon my frustration here: I am sick of being told that the priests in my church regularly need a good fuck in order to prevent them from molesting kids. They’re forgetting several things:
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Many priests are and have been celibate, and don’t molest.
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Non-Catholic ministers, and heck, married laypersons, have been known to molest. I don’t know the numbers. Do I need to supply a cite, or will everyone take this as given?
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If someone gets off on little boys, sex with a woman is probably not going to satisfy them. A child molestor has a sick sense of sexuality and I doubt any marriage he enters would be “healthy.”
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Catholic priests can marry depending on the rite they’re in. The Roman Catholic priests can’t, but Eastern Orthodox ones can without conflicting with Rome. It’s a theological practice, not a theological law. However, this says to me that…
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Roman Priests know what they’re getting into, meaning that they’re willing to give up the sex thing. The several seminarians I know can testify to this, and everyone’s fairly confident that they can keep their hormones in check.
But here’s my two biggest problems:
6) You’re telling me that marriage comes down to being a sexual outlet. That the first thing men should do every day is tell their wives, “I’m glad you married me so that I’m not a child molestor.” That women should marry priests so they can act as a sexual placebo for them. Gee, that’s a really fucking dignified for women and marriage everywhere. (And this is coming from a “traditional values” group of people too…maybe they’re going to tell me next that sex is evil and only for babymaking anyway.)
Sorry, the Catholic policy on celibacy CAN change, but you need a better reason than "cooling priests’ hormones.
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I’m single and, at this point in my life, I’m facing the realistic prospect that I may stay that way. Many of the people in this group are aware of how badly I want to get married. It’s worsened by the fact that two of them are getting married next month, and the groom was even pestering me about which cute female would be my date for the wedding. (Answer: nobody; I’m stagging it.) I haven’t found anyone. I’ve been looking, but either the women aren’t interested, are holding out for something better, or are nuts.
Despite my strong desire to marry, I’m not willing to settle. It would be incredibly undignified for me to jump on the first interested party I come across, because I’d be using her as an outlet for my desires. (Read: bad.) What this means, and what I’ve made clear, is that this realistically means I might never marry. And it follows that I might never have sex.
Guess what, my evangelical friend? I’m celibate by default. And I might be stuck that way. And that has nothing, I repeat, nothing to do with my religion. Sorry I don’t have a significant other like you do, but the prospect of sex isn’t even theoretically in my future.
So what’s this mean, pal o’ mine? Am I destined to be a child molestor or rapist, because I don’t have a sexual outlet? Because sooner or later, I’m going to be around kids or women eventually? That someday I’ll just snap? That we’re all just sexual predators deep down, and marriage is nothing but a placebo for us all? I hope you enjoy that thought when you’re making love to your spouse someday. Hey, way to be supportive of my singleness. Maybe we should all just give free sex to each other in order to keep our hormones in check.Despite making all this clear, I think it bounced off most of them (except for one friend who’s pretty darn accepting of my faith). Money says I get a passage from Romans shoved under my nose next time I wear a miraculous medal outside of my shirt. Really, this thing came down to a “let’s convert the heathen Catholic” comment, whether they realized it or not.
They’re my friends, they’ll stay that way. But…fuck. This pissed me off.