I took no particular offense to it, because I was brought up Catholic but also to love queer people and accept them fully and that abortion was fine, so I was ignoring all their social bugaboos all along, but when I finished school I realized a volcel in a dress had nothing to say to a young girl, and my priest’s brother was my high school chaplain who was gay as a day in May but in the closet, and they lived together in this grim sexless loveless house together until the chaplain died and the priest went to be a bishop in the North where he whittled out his days until his forced retirement at 75. He wrote some choice words about Pride parades, which I wish I would have known about when it happened because I would have fought back because his brother deserved his respect.
I took no particular offense to it, because I was brought up Catholic but also to love queer people and accept them fully and that abortion was fine, so I was ignoring all their social bugaboos all along, but when I finished school I realized a volcel in a dress had nothing to say to a young girl, and my priest’s brother was my high school chaplain who was gay as a day in May but in the closet, and they lived together in this grim sexless loveless house together until the chaplain died and the priest went to be a bishop in the North where he whittled out his days until his forced retirement at 75. He wrote some choice words about Pride parades, which I wish I would have known about when it happened because I would have fought back because his brother deserved his respect.