We attended a friends wedding on Sunday and had a great time. As the only gay couple there, the comments (and compliments) we got were very interesting, and very accepting...
On a more somber note, "Buster" (one of the owners of Club Z2, in Richmond) passed away on the 24th. Johnny and Buster were there for me as I came out to the world a couple years ago. I spent many a late night shooting pool with both of them and talking...
We'll miss you Buster! Rest in peace...
Over and "Out" from my neck of the woods: Toano, VA
Over the past few days I have been re-evaluating my connection with the higher power that some call God...
I was raised, was married (the first time), and raised all of my children as a fairly good catholic. Some years ago I had a falling out with the church. The thought that I would not be forgiven for being gay and happy somehow just didn't seem to demonstrate the teachings of the faith I had always been a part of... Yet Pope John-Paul II assured me (at the same time he condemned me) that the priests involved with children of their parishes, caught years after the fact, would all be forgiven, as they knew what they did was wrong. What a relief... I wonder if they asked for forgiveness before or after they were caught?
I tried, not too long ago, to re-enlist in organized religion. I found an Episcopal church that I really liked the feel of and really liked the similarity to the service I had always been a part of. I began dating Jim (long distance) shortly after and found that I was spending more and more time in Williamsburg, hence missing the services at my new church in Richmond.
Eventually I moved to Williamsburg/Toano and left St. Thomas and the attempted re-connection with faith behind... It has only been over the past few days that I have realized that faith is not something that can only be had by entering the doors beneath a star or cross. It truly is something that travels with you wherever you go. Like FATE (which I also subscribe to), FAITH is a part of what makes me.... me.... It's not something you get in return for placing coins or checks in a basket, it's not something you can teach yourself to do, it's something that you just have. Sometimes it hides itself deep inside and comes out only in times of other emotional distress, other times it hangs on the edge of your shirt sleeve for all to see...
While visiting The Way I See It (one of my regular reads) I listened and watched two versions of the following video. I have always enjoyed the original, however, Wynonna's story and rendition is truly inspiring, soulful, and hanging right there on that sleeve for all to admire:
I have had my hands full with happenings at work that I will write about soon. For those regular readers, I apologize. For those who have sent me notes of concern, Thank you!
