Bad time for confrontations at your church, I suppose. Awkward for the priest who used to molest you too.
There hasn't been a year in the last 40 that has passed where I don't have to 'out' myself to someone.
You'd think the fringe on my jean jacket and all my bedazzled outerwear would clue them in, but no. Invariably someone will ask: "are you married?" - and for all the steps forward that have happened they're not asking if I'm married to a dude. They don't say that, but that is the question.
It's annoying, but hopefully they get something out of the conversation. At least the 'let's not assume' part. Sure they might be cringing inside, but no one has said anything crass - at least to my face. And maybe there should be a little cringe. Or maybe they don't actually care - and that would be progress.
Speaking of...........I saw this clip quite awhile ago and it just makes me laugh. Cartman: "is this really this hard?"
Thank you Eric!
Song by: Steppenwolf
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