The lay eucharistic minister at my church, who also happens to be a priest in training, took me out to supper at the Indian restaurant with her girlfriend, ordered a Merlot, offered to watch "The L Word" with us, and lent me a Rita Mae Brown book about growing up gay.

I am so in love with my church.

What? Resurgence of obsession with the Beatles because hot-straight-girl-on-whom-one-has-an-utterly-hopeless-crush is a fan? Where?In other news, my Evil Gay Agenda is progressing, although not officially. Still banging my head against the concrete wall of conservative homophobic bureacracy that keeps my gay-straight alliance theoretical. I feel ( Read more... )