Searching for a Protestant Pope in Fresno
We left the Silverlake neighborhood of Los Angeles in the afternoon, in the last hour of pink-sienna-magenta sky before twilight. I’d sampled amazing Italian olive oil at The Cheese Store of Silver Lake, taken a delightful turn through the ReForm School, and eaten the best gelato of my life (Market plum! Chocolate covered raisin! Salty chocolate!) at Pazzo Gelato.
We were sad to leave L.A., but I was even sadder that we were leaving for Fresno.
Fresno: n., The place that you struggled to leave physically many years ago, but still struggle to leave mentally. A place you don’t like to visit, because as soon as you’re back it seems like nothing ever got better at all.
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A Paradigm Shift for Marriage
You know, I wasn’t always a big gay. For more than half of my life so far, I did not self-identify as queer.
In fact, the number of years I’ve had to think about marriage are about three to one the number of years I’ve had to think about queerness. I’ve encountered marriage as a child, as a teen, as a straight-by-default, as a closeted queer, as an out queer, as a married queer, as a Lutheran, as a Mormon, and as a person with enough Comparative Religion credits to need several paragraphs to express their spiritual perspective.
So I was very surprised to learn something about marriage while volunteering for the “No on 1″ campaign in Maine.
Read moreStill Married
We’re staying in Albany, NY tonight and we are officially married.
We’ve been through New Jersey, a vegetable oil spill (in the trailer kitchen after bumpy road), milky spills, some puppy spills–but now we’re all tucked in. And Ruby and I are married.
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Read moreTrailer Life, Volume II
So far we’ve only had pleasant encounters at RV parks. I’ll admit we were a bit worried when we started out–mainly because we tend to visit the gayer parts of the more liberal cities. Guys decked out in camo vests, Navy enthusiast hats, and ‘going into the marsh’ boots usually don’t hang out there.
But they do hang out in RV park offices, especially when it’s so freakin’ cold outside. So freakin’ cold that when we pulled in at 10pm to a sign reading, “Hoses will be pulled and water shut off at 8pm,” I screamed a little on the inside. You can’t shut off my water! People don’t live without water! Seriously.
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