Sex and the Confession Box by M.H.O'Hara Page A

he’d seen. His eyes of disdain of us lower life forms. I tell you this it’s none of yours or anybody’s business as to where we seem fit to send our priest. And we certainly don’t give strays of the street any information that is private to them. If he did not seem fit to tell you himself isn’t it obvious he did not feel you should know. So leave. As he half turned to leave, I was about to run in fear in shame, but I wasn’t frightened of him or men like him or his god anymore. That’s understandable someone in your position wouldn’t be given that information IL take it up with the bishop over this parish.

Well he swirled round in a green gown spiral of fury as if I’d just shit on the altar. How dare you dare to question me and my authority how dare you deem yourself to speak to me in such a manner. How dare you speak to me in such a disrespectful way I fully squared up to the bitter twisted ole cunt your no better than me how dare you speak to me in such a manner when all I have done is to enquire about a priest? Get out he said I have no time for this, its women like you who corrupt the church, I lunged at him, I forgot myself, I was beside myself with anger and grief and it all just exploded towards this bastardy cunt who stood between me and Peter if peter didn’t want me if he lied I needed him to tell me but I was never going to get there not now not if this ole evil bastard had his way. The younger priest who had been witnessing all of this saw my leap of anger towards Father O Callaghan and just grabbed me back at that moment when all I managed to pull hold of was the back of his robe and no more. Calm down he said to me holding me in a vice like grip, meanwhile fuckface turned a deep purple if this is what the wrath of god looked like I was fucked a thunderous bombardment came flying out of his mouth, as to how I was a disgrace to the church to come into the house of god and assault a man of god I’m sure to be burning in hell and all that blah!blah! If I ever see you back in this church IL call the police. I struggled and fought with young Father O Callaghan, but he wasn’t letting me go he grabbed me to the large wooden church doors as quickly as he could and got me outside, then released me as I tried to make a dash by him again, I wanted to punch that twisted arrogant prick, I wanted to hurt him I wanted to tear at all the holy pictures. I wanted Peter. I broke down and sobbed the wee priest said, well that’s something I’ve never seen, what’s that I said to Father O Callaghan you frightened  Father Harkin put the wind up him. He didn’t seem afraid to me, he was he’ll be in there now knocking back a few shaking. You knocked him off his very high horse and he’s not accustomed to that. I just wanted to know the parish Father O Kane went to he was good to me and I need to thank him. The wee priest sat on the steps with me overlooking a statue of Saint Bernadette, he was only about twenty two three at most, must have just got his robes so to speak, tall and thin but not gangly, more slim athletic, had hazel eyes and amazing eyelashes that us women would kill for dirty fair crew cut hair, nice and king manner about him but something most definitely screamed I’m gay, it was the way he was, I don’t hold that against him of course many Catholics join the priesthood to try to resist this natural part of who and what they are and sadly it turns them into something they never would have been if they could only have accepted themselves but it’s so hard I imagine, where we come from, expectations placed on us by our families ourselves and we aren’t this or that and try hard to be only building bridges between our loved ones and deeper pits in ourselves.
    I will do you a favour because I can see how distraught you are, I will try and get into the files of the parish and see where Father Harkin has be moved to ok Oh! Thank you and I swung my arms around his neck, pulling back just as