June 16th

Sometime in the early, frigid, winter morning:
time to see if I can catch the tail end of the morning and sleep a little bit more.
I doo feel lonely, from time to time! But that is the reality of life, right. Sometimes we are a lone.
For the examen of today, I think the how I spent time with the LGBT community and their courage.

Afternoon: Blessing be to God, I spent time with Wolfram Hartman in his book shop cum meet up place. For the longest time, I avoided going there, because he made it clear that I was just a nuissance. But of course, I know Wolfram very well to understand that her sassiness is nothing more than the side of Drag Queens that give them their venom. So when he asked me today, as I stood in front of his counter “Why do you keep coming here after all the abuse I subjected you”
My heart leaped at that moment and I told “Because I love you and I wanted to bring a historian to you.” Indeed, I brought in a young PhD student to him, from the U.S., who is looking at the intersection of HIV and something or the other, heck, this blog is not suppossed to reveal a person’s identity.
I loved seeing my dearest Wolfram. We are Queens. She was actually knitting something for her grandchildren, she said.
He related how an Swiss lady walked into the store, saw him knitting and in her amazement, wanted to take a photo. Can you imagine "From switzerland?", I exclaimed.
I guess he could be a lady, if he looked at him from the end of the courtyard of the craft center - you could mistake him for a granny, with that short blonde hair do he has.
He should have just sang "I what I am" to that Swiss customer - or was Austrian - who asked if he would indulge her with a photograph.
Alright, back to that journal article...
This post is dedicated to a reader I met in the cyber realms of some or other website. I hope you enjoy my blog.

Letter to Christian Blogger in the US

I am just another Christian - Roman Catholic to boot - who is also queer. But then again, I am not here to poke fun at your decision to remain true to I guess what you believe in. And yet, I am curious to find out what you think of the fact that prohibitions against same-sex activity in Christianity pre-date the modern day evangelical movements and actually come from Peter Damian, a medieval writer who conflated male rape with what happen in those two infamous cities years ago. The result is the term sodomy, which we know to day.

I also wonder how you feel knowing that. How do you feel now as Easter is upon us, that these Churches see as a inherently broken, as queer people, at best? For them to love the sinner and hate the sin, they need to find some way of explaning how sin can persist in seemingly normal humans.

But I have to stop here, I just had a great confession at my Church where I schooled the priest on what Pope Francis means that Priests shoudl accompany queer people. Its not about telling queer people what they want to hear, on their journey. Its about listening to queer people. Its about letting queer people drive their cars and not the clergy.
As you are a queer person, I really find your blog fascinating, just discovered it. In Namibia, we have mixed bag of views, but for the most part its pretty traditonal.
Have a good Easter.
And Equality House cannot be compared to Westboro Baptist Church. One place has Judy Garland as a Saint, the other condemns all who pray to the Saints.

Oh! Oh! In my Confession today I was moved by The Spirit, I believe to say "...I ask the Ever Blessed Virign Mary, all the Angels and all the Saints, especially Saint Sebastian the Patron Saint of those in similar situations, to pray for me to the Lord Our God", before the priest gave me the absolution.

Hugs