Like abusive boyfriends, absentee daddies, and ice cream truck drivers who give special hugs, religion certainly has a place in the broken girl ecosystem; having your mind fucked by Jesus can lead you to the unwavering belief that you were born a ruined, unclean thing that deserves to suffer. Which, yeah, is actually really hot when you stop to think about it.
But poison is still poison, even if you survive it. I enjoy a good whore as much as the next sadistic bastard, but that doesn’t mean I approve of how you got that way.