Father Riley adjusted his collar as he prepared to hear his next confession. After 30 years, he'd heard just about every sin imaginable, from adultery, to theft, even murder. Even the most righteous of men were sinners.
Behind the confessional screen, another parishioner had entered the booth. From his voice, Riley placed him in his late teens, early 20s.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession," he said.
Riley welcomed him into the house of the Lord. "I will hear your confession, my son."
"Well, I've lied. I've been disrespectful to my elders. I use lust and pleasure to remake the world according to my own perverse aesthetics."
That was a new one. A pornographer, perhaps?
"See, I'm still an average teenage boy at heart, so I'm mostly working with women. I guess I'm partial to them, but lust isn't just heterosexual, you know? It's so stupid, but I'm kind of shy about coming on to dudes."
"Homosexuality is a sin, my child," Riley warned gently. "Our bodies are meant for more than lust. They're the vessels of the soul."
"Ah, but both body and soul are changeable, Father. You see sin because you are a simple slave to your faith. I see hetero and homosexuality both as... inhibitions. Pleasure, fetish, hunger, obsession, exquisite pain, domination aaaah. Now those are concepts worthy of building an identity around."
Great, a perv philosophy. Riley tried to keep his cool. "My son, this is a confessional, not a shrink's office."
The boy laughed, a surprisingly evil sound. "My bad. Now where was? I enslaved a member of the heavenly host. And I've been thinking of doing something really awful to a man of the cloth."