“Oh, tell me sweet Jesus, I really want to know. Will there be gay people in heaven, and if there’s not, who in the hell wants to go?”
The Wise Snowy Owl
Brian McNaught has been an author and educator on LGBTQ issues since 1974. Former Congressman Barney Frank said of Brian, “No one has done a better job of chronicling what it’s like to grow up gay."
Last night I tried to pull in my stomach where the surgeon had made one of five incisions a month ago. I had spinal fusions from L3 to S1. It’s a painful operation and a challenging recovery, but I’m making progress daily due in no small part to laughing with Ray.
The consensus of scholars is that Donald Trump can’t yet be labeled a fascist, despite his undisputed megalomania, buffoonery, and willingness to do anything to win. He has no concern for the common good, only for people and policies that enshrine his name and further fill his pockets. His flirtation with the U.S. becoming “a white Christian nation” is self-serving.
The hospital room was dark. Visiting hours after my back surgery were over, and Ray was by then home. I realized then that I was soaking wet in the ice water that melted from the pack they had put under my back. The sheets, blanket, pillowcase, and my hospital gown were drenched, and I was inconsolably miserable.
“And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, and binding with briars my joys and desires.” William Blake – “Garden of Love”
At a recent 50th anniversary celebration of the first conference held on Homosexuality and Christianity, I was glad for the interest and appreciation of younger people for stories from my past, and that of Sister Jeannine Gramick.
Ray cried when he read my birthday card. It was the last sentence, “I feel safe and secure with you, my love, for which I’m eternally grateful.”
Dogs, as we know, learn language from their owners. Our 1-year-old “puppy,” Sebastian, is trying hard to understand what’s being said so that he might respond accordingly. In our household, that can sometimes be a challenge. Ray and I often don’t understand what’s being said by the other.
Last night we enjoyed homemade pizza and ice cream sundaes as we watched for a second time the delightful movie “Red, White, and Royal Blue.” What fun.
“We’re supposed to kiss for six seconds,” Ray told me after reading an article.
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