You're Going to Hell..in Brooklyn

Breathing that uncanny haunted house air of plaster, wet wood, plastic and face-paint briefly returned me to my 10-year-old self. I believed in fear, guilt, punishment and being dragged away by drooling, cackling demons. This regression was energizing and, yes, terrifying—much more so than realizing how many folks really do think gays, pro-choicers and other “liberals” should burn in hell. It put the urgency and vehemence of the so-called culture wars into high-pitched, blood-red perspective.