PFLAGGED

I experience a lot of emotional situations in my work. I’m a clergy person, and I sit with people as they wrestle with questions of life and death. I’m an activist, and I have had more than my share of tense and scary moments on the streets. But tonight’s panel on religion and LGBTQIA+ issues, [Read More…]

“Best Choice” Not the Best Choice for St. Louis-Area Public Schools

A Double Shot of Paranoia I’m at Starbucks to meet Joy Maxwell. Maxwell is Curriculum Coordinator for the increasingly controversial “Best Choice” sex education program, a project operated by ThriVe St. Louis and taught in public schools in and around the Midwestern city. In recent weeks, Best Choice has been the subject of numerous articles – and [Read More…]

Singing in the Shadow of Pulse – Dona Nobis Pacem

This post is the third of a three part cycle on the Gay and Lesbian Association of Choruses Festival 2016. Part One is here. Part Two is here. It’s two days after GALA. The Festival is over, but my journey is not. Four years ago, after my first visit to the GALA Festival, I accompanied the San Francisco Gay [Read More…]

Singing in the Shadow of Pulse – Dies Irae

This post is the second of a three part cycle on the Gay and Lesbian Association of Choruses Festival 2016. Part One is here. Part Three is here. It’s the end of the second full day of the GALA Festival, and I’m angry. GALA – the Gay and Lesbian Association of Choruses – was formed in 1983 in [Read More…]

Singing in the Shadow of Pulse – Lacrimosa

This post is the first of a three part cycle on the Gay and Lesbian Association of Choruses Festival 2016. Part Two is here. Part Three is here. As they walk onto a stage bathed in rainbow light, we stand. 60 or so singers dressed in black pants and vests, white shirtsleeves completing their funereal look. On the breast [Read More…]

The Issue that Dare Not Speak Its Name

As a gay man, interfaith coalition work often requires uncomfortable compromises. [Read more…]

Smash the Closet!

It took me ten years to come out. Between the time I sat, crying, in an Italian restaurant at the age of 17, telling my family I thought I might be gay, and the night in New Orleans when I finally accepted myself as a gay man, a decade passed. I think sometimes about all the things [Read More…]