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Poll--Were you raised Catholic?

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is that what they call a cilice (or 'discipline'), worn around your thigh?
it certainly seems a daft way of encouraging chaste thoughts!​
 
no, the cilice looks like this:

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these were called disciplines, and are like a small cat of nine tails.. (well I think about 5) and meant to be used on the butt
 
poor butt.....or lucky?
 
admihoek said:
poor butt.....or lucky?
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coo-er - looks like something a masochistic slave like me might wear,
but then I suppose if you're a priest (or member of Opus Dei?)
you're meant to be a slave of God, who's evidently a Master with sadistic tastes!
 
Eulalia said:
coo-er - looks like something a masochistic slave like me might wear,
but then I suppose if you're a priest (or member of Opus Dei?)
you're meant to be a slave of God, who's evidently a Master with sadistic tastes!
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But in reallity this kind of mortification is quite limited in frecuency and duration
and other more discrete and charitable kinds were favored, for example, not taking a shower with the water as hot as you would like, or listening attently to that friend's conversation of things that migth not interest us much, or even not taking the most tasty bread from the pan so someone else can enjoy it.
 
Johann Joseph von Görres wrote in his books Christian Mystik (1840-2) about the practices in Roman Catholic monasteries. The cilices were normal but not secret, always there was a bishop and a notary to registrate the holiness of the concerned person. What they anguish themselves is unbelievable but they said "not be compared with Jesus' crucifixion". Mortification is the right word. Can be physical of psychical. Therefore is is not to understand that guys beside this devotion life search for illegal sexual contacts and procure scandal.
 
Yes Catholic, sent to Catholic schools, and attended Catholic seminary. I was always obsessed by the images and stories of the martyrs, especially the ones depicted almost naked and bound like St. Sebastian, and St. Andrew, although I only saw one or two images of him on his cross. In my martyrdom fantasies, my end varied but always included whipping, and more often than not, ended in crucifixion. I knew enough about ancient art to know that loincloths on statues was a post-renaissance sign of modesty, and that criminals were naked when crucified, so I imagined I would be displayed naked, and hard, while the spectators enjoyed my writhing in pain, gasping for air, and bleeding from my welted body.
 
Catholic zealots must hurt themselves or so in Opus Dei search for conflict, loose it and then suffer as being under the Cross.
Indeed, in the Vatican are loincloths painted over and later wiped.
St.-Sebastian is an example of naked homo-erotic, a schoolmate researched in this, but that is in other language.
So many naked victims to see in the RK devotion, should not be incite to practice self?
A happiness to meet minded men and (unbelievable) especially women!
 
Also Catholic, attended Catholic schools and after high school joined an order of religious Brothers. Let me tell you a story--partly true--part fantasy.

A few months after I joined the religious order I found it necessary to confess that I was guilty of masturbation, self abuse they called it. The priest/director said this was a very sinful and that I must submit to a special punishment that night. Later two of the older Brothers came to me in the dorm and told me to follow them. We went down into the basement, past the boilers to a room I had never seen. The room was mostly dark, with only candles, but I could see many of the older Brothers and a few Sisters from the kitchen sitting around drinking what appeared to be altar wine. I was led to a raised platform in the center of the room with posts on the front corners and a crucifix in back.

The Director ordered me to strip naked so I removed my pajamas and stood facing the group. He had two of the brothers tie my arms spread between two posts and then they spread my legs. The Director then ordered the Brothers to began whipping me for my sins; first my back, then my buttocks and backs of my legs. I squirmed but didn't cry out until they started whipping my front. Then they lifted my legs until I spread like a gymnast doing the splits. At this point the Director whipped my testicles several times until I passed out.

After I came to I was tied to a crucifix where I hung until morning to think about my sins. When I was removed from the cross the next morning I was carried to the infirmary to recover from my wounds. Shortly after that I left the order, went to college, married and raised a family. Even with the threat of whipping I don't think I could have led a celebrate life-- and I don't think the other Brothers could either.
 
JimOregon said:
Also Catholic, attended Catholic schools and after high school joined an order of religious Brothers.
Let me tell you a story--partly true--part fantasy.
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Our seminary had very old, early 19th century buildings. One small out-building with plumbing (added later) was used to peel potatoes the nuns fed us every meal. My job one year was to peel potatoes, with a half dozen other seminarians. We used to play 'confession', in which we would take turns hearing each others' confessions, and had agreed that we would 'confess' to our classmates the same sins we had confessed to a priest. Instead of giving a number of prayers to be said for penance, one classmate would prescribe whipping as penance for our sins. After seeing one or two of these penances carried out, I was the only member of our little group willing to confess to him regularly.

When we practiced confession, we would all wear our cassocks out to the shed. I knew i would be whipped, so wore nothing under the black garment. Having heard my penance, I would stand, and my classmates would strip off my cassock, then bind my wrists above my head to a support pillar. Because someone had found an old wood-cut of jesus with whip marks on his chest, after giving me a dozen on the back, they would turn me around, and i would have to endure twelve lashes on the chest and belly, and sometimes lower. These whippings often ended in my orgasm, which only added one more sin to the list I would have to confess the next time!

We had often plotted to stage crucifixions, but sadly never did find a place that would serve for that purpose.[/QUOTE]
 
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Zorf24 said:
i was raised as an atheist. i became a Christian later in life.
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Interesting progression. The opposite of a lot of people, including myself.
I'm curious, did your interest in crux develope before or after your conversion?
 
furlynxx said:
So hard to ignore twelve years of guilt indoctrination.
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Similar Catholic origins, but can honestly deny any feelings of guilt... the attraction to the wooden tower was instant and has lasted nearly 5 decades.
 
Naraku said:
Interesting progression. The opposite of a lot of people, including myself.
I'm curious, did your interest in crux develope before or after your conversion?
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i'm really more into burnings than crux, i'm really just here because it's part of a similar community. that came before my conversion.

and i know it's the opposite of most people who frequent boards like this, but you would be amazed how many people change religion later in life, especially now that most churches have stopped recruiting or indoctrinating. even catholic schools are now teaching comparative religion and giving the kids the choice to confirm or not at the proper age. shopping around for the right religion is becoming more popular, so a lot of atheists are finding God for the first time.
 
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