Mar 13
Being a nun is a kind of voluntary androgyny, although we never really thought of ourselves as anything other than celibate girls or, (if you were especially mature) women... For my part, I'd become so focused on the otherworldly, through grieving my father's death, that gender didn't even register, or resonate as an issue. I was me, and not to be biologically confined. What lay beyond the physical was where the action was at, and it loomed much larger than boobs and periods. Why spend your life thinking about your body when you had a soul? Why settle for the finite when the infinite was on offer?
Cloistered: My Years as a Nun, Catherine Coldstream