In seventh grade, though, Connie went further with "Will," a married man in his 30s who was the son-in-law of her father's new girlfriend. "Will knew I was a virgin, and he seemed to relish the sport of slowly, yet strategically bringing me to succumb to his seduction," she writes. "I was still afraid of intercourse, even though my revolting behavior had easily ascended me to third base and then had me trying to steal for home." Sounds to me like she could have used some sex education, and not the kind taught by a married man in his 30s.
Is this what she wants for children today? Does she want them to have this same experience because they won't know any better or different?
Check out more tidbits about this "values voter":
Newly single, Connie moved on to an affair with one of her high school teachers, who was "blonde, blue eyed, muscular ... and married with small children." Their lack of discretion exposed the liaison, and the affair ended abruptly when the man's wife interrupted a rendezvous, banging on the door, screaming his name and leaving Connie hiding in a closet.
Morris also recaps her drug abuse in the late '70s and early '80s, sounding like a washed-up rock star as she recalls dropping acid and snorting "heroine , angel dust, speed and cocaine."
For a year, she spent nearly every night passed out in somebody's van or on a stranger's floor, according to the book. Although she still had plenty of sex, her partying friends were more like brothers and sisters. "Hound-like sexual behavior would have ruined it," she writes. "Several of them were eventually killed in accidents or shot in drunken brawls. I could tell you numerous stories of how close I came to being one of them, dead and spending eternity in Hell."
Connie graduated from high school in 1979. Before the ceremony, she writes, she dropped acid before crossing the stage to receive her diploma.
We are being governed by a bunch of people who were failures into their thirties, who suddenly (supposedly) found Jesus and now apparently have the moral authority and superiority to judge everyone else.
These people, who couldn't even manage their own lives, want to tell us how to live, how to act, and what our children should be taught.
I don't have any kids, but when I do, I don't want them to get their lessons in morality from some hypocritical fundie slut who dropped acid before getting her diploma.