Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
Will I ever get married? At 19, I would’ve called myself a 6 on the Kinsey scale; at 29, I’m more like a 4.5. Does that mean I’m basically heterosexual with severe homosexual tendencies? Or basically homosexual1 with slight heterosexual tendencies? Could I ever get married to a woman if I were only, say, 35%…
And I said “Help me, help me, help me, help me– Thank you! I’d no idea that you were there.”1 A few weeks ago, when things were worst, I was having one of those very anguished prayer times where you are yelling so loudly for help that it’s hard to notice when it comes. I…
“Oh Steve,” laughed my friend Hilda on the phone, “you think God wants you to be lonely, don’t you?” This was a couple of years ago, in Dallas. I was visiting UD over spring break and savoring the feeling of being surrounded by old friends, and had been wondering out loud whether it might not…
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, where is your comforting? Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?1 It was bad, dear readers, very bad. I spent last night in the lowest parts of the pit, and all day today the…
One of the dangers of a life like mine — being single, living alone, working a job that mainly involves staring at glowing rectangles all day — is that your faults tend to get hidden from you. When I was a teacher, It was impossible to avoid my faults: how little it takes to make…
Ever hear that story about the guy who gets to choose his cross? Wish I could find a link to it, but googling “man choose cross heavy Jesus” didn’t narrow it down much. Anyway, so: a man is complaining about his lot in life, how his problems are worse than other people’s. He prays about…
