Blind Prophecy

I took Friday off work. Actually, I was told to take Friday off work because I’ve been putting in full-time hours despite only being paid for part-time work at this point.

Thursday night was the writer’s meeting. Far from being the asshat bad guy, most of the writers responded with thanks to my new policies regarding deadlines and word counts and communication. I don’t want to say anything negative about the previous person to hold this position, but the writers were starving for feedback, direction and structure. I made the commitment that we will hold these writer meetings at least quarterly and that I’d be more communicative with them in the future.

On Friday, my aunt from the Bay Area came into town to visit. I spent some time hearing the news about my cousins (the ones who make me look like the good Mormon boy) and doing my laundry.

Saturday was a busier day. I attended part of the Gay Men’s Health Summit (I couldn’t get another writer/photographer assigned to the story, so it was all me). Although I didn’t stick around for long, it was a good event. Informative and full of interesting people.

That night I went to one of the local bars and stuck around long enough to get drunk and make a fool out of myself. How did I get out of the habit of drinking so quickly?

Anyway, I was enjoying my 4th or 5th beer, when this absolutely gorgeous guy starts calling my name. It took me a second or two to recognize Steven from Confessions of a Mormon Boy. I met Steven in Las Vegas in October or November of 2002. He’d brought his play to Vegas for about 2 weeks and, as Editor of the gay paper, I’d interviewed him and we’d talked about the realities of being gay and Mormon. I’m surprised and flattered that he recognized me in a new city and two years later. Of course, I must have chewed his ear (figuratively, not literally *sigh*) for almost an hour.

If I had any doubts about joining the Unitarian Universalist church, those doubts were put to rest on Sunday by our Reverend’s sermon. Titled “Finding Unity in our Diversity,” the sermon attempted to find a unified theological basis of UU congregations and more or less succeeded. Using the timely discussion of Jacques Derrida to challenge the binary true/false statements of most faiths, Reverend Sean argued that the core theological teaching of UU is that there are many truths, a different one for every living being, and by sharing these truths with one another, we grow spiritually and become part of a greater whole. He challenged us to accept that there is nothing inherently “false” about any spiritual path, only different truths. He challenged us to reject binary judgemental thought, and asked us to pray for a national healing in wake of this intensely partisan election. I’m not the philosophy expert many of my ATPO friends are, but if what Rev. Sean was communicating was an accurate (although simplififed, I’m sure) representation of Derrida’s basic philosophical beginnings, then I’m going to have to learn more.

Dammit, now I’m going to be stuck watching Charmed for the next several weeks because they’ve brought on Kerr Smith as a recurring character. The man is just too cute (and has played gay way too many times) to miss.

The little siblings are driving me absolutely crazy. They fought all day on Sunday for no reason at all and then were surprised when I took away my Angel/Buffy DVDs and announced that they hadn’t earned the privilege to watch them. They’ve also been skipping their chores all week long. All I have to say about it is that I never would have gotten away with that type of behavior when I was a young teenager. My parents are getting soft in their old age.

We didn’t get the house I fell in love with (we were outbid), but we’re going out to look at more tonight.

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