As I was waiting for the bus just now, two women turned to me, sort of boxing me in. One of them held out her arms and said that she loved me. I thought perhaps she was a little drunk, but I hugged her lightly and thanked her.
The other woman told me that Jesus loved me, and so did she. I said that was nice. She asked if I had accepted him as my savior or whatever it is they say. I said no, that it wasn't my belief. I started to say, "thank you for your-". But I didn't know what I was thanking them for, so I trailed off and got on the bus.
Not only have I had "Like A Virgin" in my head all morning, but I have spent a good part of the past week studying a film by Su Friedrich in which she uses Catholic nuns as a vehicle to explore repressed sexual desire.
All I wish is that I knew all the lyrics....
