At this festive time of year, I got into a theological seminar. This with some guy at the pharmacy. Always smile, and nod when this happens. I decided not to tell him about my new religion which I based on pastries, and comic books.
Also didn’t let on I was Qu**r. Btw being Qu**r is like being a Marine. Once a Qu**r always a Qu**r. Another story for another time. Some Witness sects really don’t like my sort. So I didn’t ask and didn’t tell. Otherwise, he was a nice guy. I’m always nice to evangelists. I see them no matter how deranged as all having the Shine. ‘Been touched by the other realms.
They go on about this or that crazed holy jazz. Stuff their dog or cat told them…probably their cat. Them folks are always up to stuff. Anyway, they went bleeping nuts. Someone should email paradise about this. A lot down here can’t handle that divine vision stuff. They do annoying, and or dangerous things.
On da other hand…There’s folks like James Baldwin Whitman Dali Ginsberg, and Emily Dickenson. That bunch smoked da divine ganja big time. I think we all had a few puffs of that stuff. I sure did, and the sky grabbed me.
I was eight and captured by the heavens. I was sitting on the ground in the school yard. Gazing at the swift clouds of late October. Didn’t notice all the kids had gone in. Sister Alice had to come out and get me. The principle thought I was disturbed and told my Ma I might need help. How many Qu**rs have been martyred for loving beauty? Mom told her to bleep off.
Ma was cool. We was Buddhist Catholics and had another take on stuff. Which is why I’m setting up that harmless cult. One with Pastries, and Comic Books as sacraments. That or doing a one-person performance of my idea for a store-front temple. “Uncle Sydney’s First Church of Amazing Bewilderments” The more I think on it the more I may do it.
About the evangelists on the streets. Before COVID a bunch of Witness folks stood vigil near the subway I use. I always smiled and took their stuff. I was sincere. Sure, they’d burn me at the stake. So what. It’s nice to be nice. As grandma said fight fear with love. I even once asked them to pray for me when I was in really awful stuff. When I saw 'em again the said they had.
Wow how neat is that.
*This from my FB page.
The fuckers really warned me off mentioning "Queer" writing or in any way expressing the "Q" word. Hence; "...Qu**r". Queer is a word I've used to describe myself since 1973. That, and all the years I've been on FB.
It's now likely by straight-gay pressure an 'incorrect' hate word. 90-day lockdown of my page if I did it again. It was my third warning. After that I'm kicked out. Open Nazis advocating genocide fine...Queers posting pictures of their dolls not so much.
These are strange daze indeed.
Watch ya backs out there comrades.
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