The story behind the poem: The mother of one of the grooms is a friend of mine, and all through the months leading up to the big day, she would start to say “wedding,” then catch herself and substitute “commitment ceremony”. I finally said, “Honey,
Don’t hang up, I’m not a heckler. I NEED your help but I can’t tell you my name. I’m in a phone booth while mom buys groceries, so I won’t take long. I heard your talk show and I’m scared. Last summer, when I was
It’s hard enough to find affection in this lonely world. It’s cold outside – and inside, sometimes, cold and dark and hard, and love is hard to come by. Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment! May God forgive our loves
By Mary Ann Horton, Lisa and Bill Koontz (with apologies to Dr. Seuss) Every Gay down in Gayville liked Gay Marriage a lot… But the Grinch, who lived just east of Gayville, did NOT!! The Grinch hated happy Gays! The whole Marriage season! Now, please
A year ago this past March my partner of 10 years passed on. The time since has been a real rollercoaster ride. Some folks told me that it would be perfectly natural to be angry with him, with God, with the world in general. But
We three queans of Christendom are bearing gifts we traverse afar, lay and clergy, collared and mitred, following yonder star. Episcopalians Born a quean in ECUSA’s plain, INTEGRITY I bring to my king; king for ever, ceasing never, over us all to reign. Roman Catholics
Oh, Lord, we call to you from our apartment because we are not welcome in the church hall. Hear us and help us with this terrible fear. Do not freeze our hurt into false smiles. Deliver us from countenancing in ourselves the rumors our enemies
In my dream the cat was talking (as he sometimes does in dreams) but I wasn’t paying close attention, concerned about what he was doing: working on electrical outlets, his furry paws adjusting wires as he Kato the mystical cat, at his desk said that,
The first anniversary is paper or clocks, but there was no paper to give: no invitations, no license, no wedding photos, no thank you notes. Instead we have the clock, ticking off years until paper might be ours. No cotton: the year we found the
Richard and Eric You make me cry It’s hard to explain But, I’ll give it a try From the very first day I heard the news Tears began flowing Stirring my muse This sacrament pledged Together you vow Gives me Goosebumps Makes me say “Wow!”
