Jesus is down with vibrators. But not SM. Or porn

Religion and sex have never exactly been close buddies. Most religions tend to look down on any form of sex that isn’t for the sake of procreation, because really, what’s the point of sex if it can’t be used to simultaneously pump out a new batch of followers?

Enter Marc Angenent, a Christian missionary who now runs his own sex-toy website, where he helps teach Christian couples how not to get all bent out of shape over sex. Which sounds all good and fine, except he apparently has a thing against SM and porn, mostly because he doesn’t want to freak out his clients, but still . . . seriously? Dildos and vibrators are a-okay, but leather and twink-fucking is where shit goes wrong? That just seems arbitrary. (Via Spiegel)

One married Catholic couple wrote Marc Angenent a despairing email. They hadn’t slept together for five years. They thought they could only sleep together when they wanted to conceive a child. That’s how they interpreted the Humane Vitae, the papal dictate of 1968. Angenent decided that he wouldn’t just help those that came into his living room.

Recently he’s given up his post as minister. He has now found his true calling as a sex therapist and on the side he has his erotic business. His decision not to stock whips and fetish articles is not meant to be prescriptive. He just didn’t want to shock the Christian community. That’s also why he doesn’t show naked men and women or pornographic images on his website.

Call me crazy, but ummmmm . . . have you seen the engines on some vibrators? I swear to God, I saw one once that used a goddamn Hemi engine. The damn thing sounded like a chainsaw and looked like a medieval mace. I’m just saying, different people find different things sexy or terrifying. Or both. Sometimes, terrifying can be sexy, too . . .

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