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"Like a Prayer," Madonna

At the center of my mantle is a flea-market rendering of the Virgin of Guadalupe. She is the most colorful part of my living space, a burst of near-neon life against stark white walls and more muted art. It’s maybe a little strange. I’m neither Mexican nor a practicing Catholic, but her image and other religious iconography have always drawn me in. That’s why I’ve also always been drawn to Madonna — the ultimate Catholic woman with unsanctioned tendencies.

“Like a Prayer” is the first video that I vividly remember seeing. This was obviously not Church-approved, what with the figure of a black Jesus who comes alive and kisses our heroine in a pew. It’s the justice-for-the-persecuted story line that stuck with me, though, and that’s the kind of lens through which I was already predisposed to interpret the teachings of my birth faith. This kind of interpretation led to me having multiple ideological run-ins with nuns (and maybe when I wore a Tinky-Winky backpack in 8th grade because of insane talk of him being “the gay Teletubby,” I was antagonizing them) and priests (but never Franciscan monks, bless them), run-ins that taught me so much and made me who I am. And I’ve always had Madonna to go back to as an example, as a person with the utmost respect for the imagery and stories and little respect for the dogma and hierarchy.

(And I mean, Leon Robinson. Damn.) —Alicia

One day I’ll go long on Madonna, Catholicism, and sex.

I had entered the world before feminism and was of the generation for whom everything was being reevaluated. But I had, of course, absorbed many of the messages of the culture at large so that as a young woman it was nearly impossible to be in the moment all of the time during sexual encounters because I was too self-conscious about how I appeared to my partner. In other words, part of my consciousness was about my own objectification and that third eye was not at all helpful. I think in a good sexual encounter the body becomes everything and we lose a sense of mind, or become completely present, which I suppose would be the diametric opposite of an out-of-body experience.
So the desire to make a living as a writer is a true perversion in this culture but I think we need our perverts more than ever.
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I live out in the middle of nowhere, and I’m not patient but I am disciplined and I enjoy everything I do. You only go around once, and it seems impossible to imagine being alive on earth and having the gift of sentience and to not explore it as much as possible. I don’t think I’ve industrialized my life. I’m industrious.

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It gets overwhelming at times, but fuck, I Iove to work. I love to focus so hard it feels like sparks are flying in my brain. I love to earn these mornings in bed with a book and my notebook and a giant mug of coffee. I get into a groove of copyediting and all of a sudden a writing idea, a line, a phrase comes busting through.

Alicia Kennedy, 28: In my early twenties, I went straight from living at home into living with the boyfriend I’d been with since I was 16. Marriage wasn’t on the table for political reasons; kids weren’t on the agenda for personal reasons. Those things were never going to grant me the womanhood I couldn’t quite grasp, but our great home, cat, and the dinner parties we threw for friends were what I thought would. When the strain of ceaseless familiarity eventually broke us up after 11 years together, I moved from Long Island to Brooklyn. There I live with a few roommates, never cook, furniture is sparse, and I’m out almost every night. In my late twenties, I’m living more like one would expect of someone younger, but the independence has given me so much confidence—and the ability to comfortably call myself an adult, a woman. Letting go of some of the trappings of what I was told was the perfect existence has freed me from a lot of anxiety, because I hadn’t been happy, and when I perhaps chance upon them again, I will do so knowing that they aren’t what’s essential to a good, adult life.
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I read the word “ceaseless” and remembered that I liked how I used it here.