Conscious Catholicism

I went downtown yesterday with Mike to do some window shopping and try to beat the heat. Last night we went over to Maria’s and Veito’s for dinner. It was really nice, lots of fun. She had made a jambalaya and sausage n peppers. The jambalaya was to die for. It was scrumptious. One of Mikes other co-workers, John was there also. I mention John only because later on in the evening we were all sitting around on the porch having conversation about Veitos latest project, ghost research in the Seattle area. Well eventually John chimed in about how there really aren’t ghosts or dead people that they are really just demons in disguise. This of course made my hair bristle. It eventually led to the whole revelation that John is a fundie and as such really doesn’t think a whole lot of Mike and I being gay, even though he’s gone through multiple marriages and the only new testament excuse for divorce is infidelity after which you aren’t ever allowed to remarry, go figure. Anyway, the whole irrationality of his beliefs just bent me the wrong way. We took off after 11ish and came back to an overly warm house, it just must be gods way of getting Mike and I ready for eternal damnation.


Born in New York, Educated in the Berkshires, Became an adult in CA and found my Soul in Seattle. I'm a bearish middle aged, happy man who lives w my husbear in the OC.