Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
Once on a bus trip I met a recovering alcoholic named Hank. I knew he was a recovering alcoholic because that was practically the first thing he said. I didn’t know whether to be fascinated by this kind of haphazard self-disclosure, or put off by it. I recorded the incident in my journal; I was…
It’s amazing how telling people about your SSA changes your perspective on the matter. I just reconnected with my old friend J. I called because he had just broken off his engagement and I thought he might be a mess about it. Turned out he was more or less okay; eventually the conversation turned, like…
Oh, hello. Sorry I’ve been gone. All the driving and the Kung Fuing and the everything else just got in the way. No, that’s not precisely true; I had time to post, I just spent it visiting friends and riding my motorcycle and watching much too much Avatar1 and chatting with my sister and her…
…for a post called A Conversation With My Gay Friend by the courageous & articulate Jennifer Fulwiler. Snip: I knew I was going to have a hard time making my case; Andrew and I had such utterly different worldviews, it would be as if I were speaking through a distortion microphone that warps your voice…
Grave harm has been wrought…by teaching that a man must find the will of God, never his own, in all things. Where we are within reality and there are ten reality choices, it is man’s choice that is absolute, that makes the choice right. There is then no need to be on the perpetual alert…
St. Dominic Savio and I have a complicated relationship. I learned about him from Z., a luminous, vivacious, and wounded woman with a mystical bent who was my fourth-grade teacher (in a sort of a homeschool co-op thing) and my confirmation sponsor. My older brother Caleb tells me I was so taken with St. Dominic…
