Even though the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence‘s mission is “to promulgate universal joy and to expiate stigmatic guilt,” not everyone has taken to their provocative tactics to bring attention to worthy causes (like their AIDS activism).
After this year’s annual Hunky Jesus contest, which is hosted by the Sisters every Easter at Dolores Park in San Francisco, Andrew Sullivan typed away from his new home at The Daily Beast that the event was a “smug, cheap and unfunny shots at the faith of other people” in a blog post, ”The Tired, Lame Bigotry of Some Homosexuals.” Not ones to swallow a wafer not dipped in red wine, the Sisters then took to the SFist to respond:
Honey, we’re not out to prove we have balls. The point of Hunky Jesus is to have fun and chip away at those hardened walls between sex and spirit so often reinforced by the bigotry of so-called Christians who deny the embodied, fleshy reality of Jesus the man who no doubt sported a woody or two in his lifetime here on earth and most definitely came with his own set of balls.
Rail against the supposed grief we cause believers and wrap yourself in self-righteous anger if it makes you feel good–it’s your shtick and in these tough times I know you need a paycheck.
This isn’t the first time the Sisters have ruffled some Catholic feathers. Take a look back at our nun-errific retrospective.