The Second Sunday of Advent, 2016
I hadn't planned on taking the Eucharist this morning, I was so angry with Tiger. But, something happened a few minutes after I sat down and had time to calm down. A new parishioner asked if he could sit next to me. He's an interesting guy. A white man in his late thirties to early forties, he has the face and demeanor of someone who can easily fade into the background of any group he is in. In fact, it struck me that we'd spent two entire car rides together, to and from the Men's Retreat in September and I have scarcely had occasion to recall any of it since. That is until Sunday morning.
It is only through the sheerest of mutual signaling that I am able to divine that he is gay. And, it was only from the sudden appearance of his daughter during the service that I learned that he is a single dad. He is a gentle soul in a totally new environment and its very easy to imagine that there is a lifetime skill set of finding ways to "fit in" behind every move he makes. The only thing stopping me from having a crush on him is that he has the body of someone who has been a dad for good while.
Crosby once accused me of wanting Christ as a lover and I have to admit that's the template of a lot of my fantasies: a gaunt bearded man in his mid-thirties. And, I'm absolutely sure that's why Huggy keeps his roommate away from St. Michael's. I mean, aside from the fact that he's Jewish.
Frontpage must have been aware of this Daddy Bod phenomenon a long time ago because it explains his obsession with fitness while trying to raise two kids. For him, it's all tied together, trying to be a good father while remaining a potent lover. It sure seems like it's forging him into a rather scary formidable, Christ-like figure.
And, don't even get me started on Crosby and his tattoos. The question there will be what happens to them when Christ's Last Words gradually expand across the girth of a sympathy pregnancy or a few years of sharing ice cream cones, Fruit Loops, and Big Macs with the kids?
It is only through the sheerest of mutual signaling that I am able to divine that he is gay. And, it was only from the sudden appearance of his daughter during the service that I learned that he is a single dad. He is a gentle soul in a totally new environment and its very easy to imagine that there is a lifetime skill set of finding ways to "fit in" behind every move he makes. The only thing stopping me from having a crush on him is that he has the body of someone who has been a dad for good while.
Crosby once accused me of wanting Christ as a lover and I have to admit that's the template of a lot of my fantasies: a gaunt bearded man in his mid-thirties. And, I'm absolutely sure that's why Huggy keeps his roommate away from St. Michael's. I mean, aside from the fact that he's Jewish.
Frontpage must have been aware of this Daddy Bod phenomenon a long time ago because it explains his obsession with fitness while trying to raise two kids. For him, it's all tied together, trying to be a good father while remaining a potent lover. It sure seems like it's forging him into a rather scary formidable, Christ-like figure.
And, don't even get me started on Crosby and his tattoos. The question there will be what happens to them when Christ's Last Words gradually expand across the girth of a sympathy pregnancy or a few years of sharing ice cream cones, Fruit Loops, and Big Macs with the kids?