Your Body Is a Battleax: Against the Weaponization of Gay Christian Witness, Plus More From Canada

So last weekend I got to visit Our Neighbor to the North, the magical land where when you say, "Toller Cranston," people actually say, "Oh, the figure skater?" I learned many things there. Milk in bags is a REAL THING, people, it's not just something made up for Gordon Korman fanfiction! Here are some notes, including bonus #CanCon in case there's a subsidy for that.# I was there to do a longer version of my usual shtik about paths of love for gay people in the Church. (BOOK ME, I RESONATE … [Read more...]

“St. Agnes and the Women’s March”: The Dominicana Journal

on living as a sign of welcome without compromise: ...Surprisingly, a few marchers spontaneously started collecting money for the church. It started with their passing around a hat. (I was told not to look at the text on the front, and I didn’t.) Over the course of about two hours hundreds of dollars were donated to the church without any prompting by the friars.Many were also fascinated by religious life and the habit we wear. The peculiar situation of some people wearing “Get your ros … [Read more...]

More Sex Ed Thoughts Plus Two Disreputable Songs

I'm not especially satisfied with that post I did about sex ed, and this email exchange gets at part of the reason.A reader: This wouldn't normally clear my "worth emailing about" threshold, but you specifically solicited comments, and I do have a question.When you discussed pros and cons for the ownership framework, one of the things you liked was the way it helped the student relate to other actors. The examples, though, were people doing things that were pretty obviously bad in … [Read more...]

Sex Ed in the Renaissance Tavern

Over the weekend I drove to a wedding with a bunch of strangers. We got to talking about our memories of middle and high school. One of us went to either a small-town public school or a private religious school (can't remember which), one to a single-sex Catholic school, and two of us to an intensely progressive private school. And none of us had had any kind of sex ed that struck us as even marginally relevant or insightful.So look, if fools didn't rush in, would we even need middle-school … [Read more...]

Return to Osmia, Or The Resurrection of the Nose

Concussion Diary, Week Four I Think. (Previously, on "Concussion Diary"...)First of all, it's weird looking back on the first day after my concussion and remembering how I assumed I'd be completely back to normal in a couple days. Ha ha. I can work normally now--I was able to read and concentrate without pain after about two weeks iirc--but my head still hurts and I still can't sleep on my back because I have a knot on the back of my skull. Also another thing I'll talk about in a moment. … [Read more...]

Concussion Diary: And Then Socrates Collapsed Upon the Couch, Proclaiming, “I Cannot Smell My Feet.”

So a week ago yesterday I fainted and concussed myself. It's all fine, they know now why it happened and it's a truly minor medical condition for which the only lasting treatment is, "Drink more water," but I have manfully restrained the urge to whine on social media and my manfulness is at its end. This is what my week has been.WEDNESDAY I saw a movie called Demon, a Polish joint about a man marrying into a (formerly?) Jewish family, who begins to be stalked by the ghost of a Jewish girl. I … [Read more...]

“This Undertaker Buries the Bodies Nobody Else Will Touch”: MEL Magazine

profile: "People say to me sometimes, ‘We don’t go to you because you bury those people’ – the poor people,” Peter Stefan tells me in the second-floor office of his Worcester, MA funeral home. “I say, ‘Then don’t come. We don’t need you.’ You bury who you bury.” That statement might serve as a motto for Stefan, whose weathered appearance seems wholly apropos for a man who, for 41 years, has made a living burying those whose bodies have nowhere else to go – AIDS patients in the ’80s and ’90s; … [Read more...]