Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
[ This story started here and continued here. ] IV: LEAVING VENUS I’m almost home from DC, and I stop to text Father T: Nearly there. Stopping by chapel for half hour. If all goes well in prayer, is it okay to tell them tonight? I hate having to ask about miniscule things like this,…
[ This story started yesterday. It will conclude tomorrow. ] III: I KAN’T I’m at the wedding reception in DC, catching up with L. after, what, three years? She’s concerned because my back is acting up, and the painkillers aren’t helping. But I’m doing a good job keeping it together, even if I can’t dance…
I: ENOUGH PEANUTS [Nota bene: This story is in four parts, and parts I-III are pretty grim, but there's a happy ending. Also, there is a lot of smoking and no small amount of tears.] ★ I’m making Friday night plans with my brother Caleb. He’s saying we could stay in and watch a movie,…
Boy, I have a lot of kind readers. There are tough times ahead, but The Situation is drawing to a conclusion. I’m writing the whole thing up, although I can’t promise it’ll be ready very soon. In the meantime, to everyone who offered me prayers and compassion, thank you so much and may your cups…
Confession: I’m sad, I’m really sad. I’ve been sad for nearly two months. Ain’t that sad? It’s like Julia Flyte says about living in sin: “Living in it, with it, every hour, every day…feeding it, showing it round, giving it a good time, putting it to sleep at night with a tablet of Dial1 if…
…but in case you need a good laugh: this is what happens when Kevin Sorbo mistakes script directions for dialogue.
Hey, Jesus. I mean. Hello. Hail. O Jesus. This carpet always smells funny. God, that twinge in my back. Sorry: I mean gosh. Hello, Jesus. Mind if I sit close to you today? In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Sh★t, I’m late again, only five minutes…
Sorry to drop off the map! I am taking today off to drive to DC for the wedding of an old friend. Stopping in CT along the way to see other old friends. Dinner tonight with another old friend! I love old friends! But not much time for posting. Back as soon as may be.
Michelle Pfeiffer: I think she’s starting to suspect something. Harrison Ford: Who? Michelle Pfeiffer: [scarily, sexily] YOUR WIFE.1 It’s tricky, having a secret identity. Not so tricky when you live alone: I imagine Superman enjoyed lounging around his apartment in cape and tights, blissful and carefree as long as he kept the curtains closed.2 And…
1: Black Dog I know y’all have been praying for me. I know some of you pray for me all the time. I’m so grateful, and I do my best to return the favor. I’ve had a hard month or so, and I hate having hard months, because I’m not supposed to have those, and…
