Sister Sacred Heartburn of the holy reflex was birthed from a leftover meatball sub that your sister’s cousin best friend roommate Steve left in your fridge after the annual white party supporting all the victims of bad perms. Damn it Steve don’t leave your S@#T in the fridge!
Moving on…Sister Sacred Heartburn is here to fan the flames of all your burning desires and help you with that unsightly burning sensation you got from that asshole Steve after a wild night out. Again Steve, come on!
Her mission is to ignite hope, acceptance, and love regardless of size, shape, or sins. It doesn’t matter if you identify as a meatball or a loaf of bread, each ingredient in this world has a purpose and its Sacred’s goal to bring all the ingredients together and make something magical. Remember, there is no shame in going to the fridge for that late night snack!
“Those who truly know her never question her name.”
Sister Anne of Noying hails from the small hamlet of Noying on the River Piddle in England. A reasonably devout Anglican, her inspiration in religious life is Almost-Saint Annae O’Noeyingge. Al.-St. Annae’s canonization failed because her healing miracles (for hangnail, dandruff, and hiccups) were deemed insufficient. Annae’s “straightforward” approach with people did not endear her to the hierarchy, and was also a tough time for ascending to sainthood—Annae of Rexia and Annae of Drogenie didn’t make it, either. Prayers for sufficient miracles for all of the Annae’s are appreciated.
The current-day Anne nonetheless draws upon Annae’s belief that “The Goode News Should Afflikt the Comfortable, and Who Better to Do Said Affliktinge?” Anne moved to the United States, stating, “Why afflict the good people of England, when Americans deserve it far more?” She lost her accent, among other things, in the process. In her heart (or somewhere in that flat bosom), she knows that most people want to do good works, but don’t know how to go about it, especially as this rarely comes up on their Facebook and Instagram feeds. Thus, she is unafraid to cajole, shame, and nag others to help the sick, the poor, the needy, and the disempowered, and help the comfortable part with their resources for a good cause, one Square swipe at a time. She also deploys her sense of humor, which at times amuses, at times confuses, but most a’times just A’Noys. In her own devotions, she turns to the Prayer of St. Francis to help her find some compassion in dealing with people and not extend just it to animals, especially cats. It should be clear that Anne needs all the help she can get, so include her and all the Annae’s in your daily thoughts and prayers. All of them could use some good miracles.
Sister Anne is “well-seasoned in life” (code words for “old as dirt”), and she has a special place in her heart for those who care for the aging, especially members of the LGBTQ community caring for parents, spouses, or siblings who are suffering with dementia in any of its forms. She herself has gone through this with one of her own biological sisters. Especially with parents, the task of care can fall to us rather than to our straight relatives, but the challenges are often met in isolation. Her goal is to help people access resources and connect with and support one another in these caregiving situations.
Sister Shae Moneau hails from the hills of East Tennessee, the land of moonshine, way too tight-knit families, and of course, the Blessed Dolly Parton ! Shae’s birth name was in fact “Lula Mae.” She was a Blue baby born into a house full of very Red folks. Her blueness was found out at an early age, and she was put up for adoption. A local convent took in little Lula Mae and tried valiantly to change her color, one whack of the ruler at a time, to no avail. As the poor nuns tried to correct her nonconforming behavior, they constantly yelled, “Shame!! Shame on you!! The name stuck to Lulu Mae like stuff you have to wash off your chest in the shower, and she’s been Shae Moneau ever since.
Shae left the convent long ago and set her sights on the big ol’ Scruffy City. She is now part of a house full of glitter, but blue is still her signature color! S/he is both a Sister and a Guard, which goes hand in hand with her gender fluidity. One name fits both here! Thus s/he is a defender of trans, gender fluidic and queer rights. It should be no surprise that after years of being disciplined, s/he is also a member of the kink community. Those beatings with rulers also instilled a certain fondness for corporal punishment. If you need a dominatrix or a trip down Electric Avenue, let her know. Then again, if you kink shame someone and she finds out, you’ll get a free lesson in what you don’t understand—yet!
Sr Majyna Burns , after years of being in seclusion, decided she needed to go back to her roots and rediscover herself. So she packed her nunwagon in Florida and hit the roads. She had her eyes set on Zuni mountain , hoping the fairies would guide her.
After hours of driving she got sleepy and took a wrong turn. When she woke. She was deep in the forest amongst the Wood fairies of Seviere county Tennessee. They took her in , Showed her the ways of the Wood .
She re-emerged , fresh and full of life. The fairies of the wood renamed her due to her special talents. She is to now be known as Sr Dolly Wood, or Wood she . The polisher of the Sacred Wood
Sister Muki is a queen more in the Dairy Queen way than in bearing, dignity, and appearance, but she will stick by you and sometimes to the furniture. She hails from Over Yonder, and is now Over Here. She is loads of fun among other things, but is seriously committed to the work of the House and is our current Abbess.
Birthed in a coal mine in the hollers of SW Virginia, Sister Eileen realized her affinity for service early on in life. She discovered a hole in the wall in the bathroom at the local Piggly Wiggly. Thinking it was a confessional, she got down on her knees to pray. Boy was she surprised (and delighted)!!
Nowadays, serving with the Scruffy City Sisters, she’s always on her knees servicing the community in the best way she knows how! Look for her in a bathroom near you!!
Glory Hole-leluja
Divi Nation, the drag queen nun who blends witchcraft and humor to inspire and uplift others. Divi is not your average sister-she’s a radiant, spell-casting, high-heeled beacon of magic and mirth! As a drag queen nun, Divi embraces the sacred and the profane, weaving together the art of witchcraft with the power of laughter to guide lost souls, uplift spirits, and hex the haters (with love, of course).
A divine mistress of manifestation, Divi specializes in spell work for self-empowerment, comedic sermons that slay (literally and figuratively), and fierce looks that could make even the most devout skeptics believe in a little magic. Whether she’s reading tarot with a dramatic flair, leading a coven of misfit mystics, or blessing the unblessed with a well-timed cackle, Divi Nation is here to remind us all that spirituality should be fun, fabulous, and just a little bit sinful.
When she’s not turning water into wine (or at least convincing someone to buy her a drink), you can find Divi spreading her message of empowerment at drag shows, witchy workshops, and anywhere that needs a touch of glam and a dash of the occult. Bow down, darling-the gospel of Divi is here to slay.
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