Didn’t know that. Bone spurs, eh?
The way to be rebellious now is for Catholics to unapologetically be who we are.
Going down the popular path, or following the social herd is not rebellious. It is being sheep without a shepard.
We need to follow our shepard. Jesus is our reason for existing.
Whether or not others get that is irrelevant.
You know nothing about the Church at all.
The Catechism is free online. You want to know what the church believes, it couldn’t be easier to find out. But you need to drop you hate and predispositions about what you’ve heard and look at what it actually says.
You can criticize the church, if your criticism has basis in fact. Everything you bitch about is hearsay.
Yeah, we have bad actors but they are not the church they are against it.
Putting something on it that is something they are vehemently against is not a requirement for any artisan.
As am I. I am a Christian first. Granted one who is in in need of improvement, but that’s a process that ends when I die.
Don’t be niave. An openly ‘gay lifestyle’ is one where a person is always advertising they are gay, by dress, action, visible lifestyle choices, etc. People who want no one to mistake anything other than the fact they are gay.
That’s not every gay, but an openly gay life style is a perpetual advertise the fact that they are gay. Jonny Weir comes to mind.
Oh? Don’t pay your taxes and see what happens.
You can go to many countries you want and start a new life.
Out of curiosity, would you say that you live an ‘openly heterosexual lifestyle’?
I know a couple gay guys that I bet would spend 10 years working for these whackadoodles before the dress, action, and ‘visible lifestyle choices’ gave em away.
Being open and out isn’t exactly a new idea. Nor did it originate with us. A man marrying a man, is a pretty obvious example. So is talking about his new husband. Pride flags on the car. So on an so forth. If your are actually intimately involved with the same sex…You just might be living a homosexual lifestyle.
No. I don’t discuss or portray my sexuality in any deliberate way as to alert anybody as to my sexual preferences. It’s nobody’s business but my own. As a matter of fact, you don’t know if I am a homosexual or a heterosexual. You may have drawn that conclusion based on your own biases as to what a hetro or homo sound like, but I have not openly pronounced it.
If someone asks and I feel comfortable enough with that person to discuss it then I will. But I have been to both gay and strait parties. I have interacted with both homosexuals and heterosexuals. And by the look of me, you wouldn’t just be able to tell.
I do have a kind of funny anecdote which at the time was a rather uncomfortable homosexual encounter. And I would have been uncomfortable whether I was gay or strait simply because of the situation in which it occurred.
I was at y old gym, which I loved because they had a great wet area. They had showers, hot tub, sauna and the steamiest steam room I have ever seen.
It was 1994, I remember because it was during the baseball strike and I was reading, pissed off about it because the Braves had a real chance that year to take it all.
I was sitting in the steam room, but naked because well, that’s what you do. It was a naked area. There was this black guy, who I causally knew, just because he was there often.
I was minding my own business reading and increasingly wet news paper after a polite greet. A few minutes later, I hear, “Hey.” “Hey man, would you happen to be gay?” Naturally, I folded the paper downin order to pear at who was talking to me. This black guy had strewn himself, out, as if in a Playgirl shot with is monster black schlong in full display. The he said, " I was wondering if you would be interested in grabbing a beer with me after this?"
After shoveling my jaw off the floor, I responded. “Uh, no. No, no, no…” And I got up and walked out, showered and left.
I wasn’t put out that a guy asked me out. I was put out that a guy asked me out while we were both naked and sweaty in a steam room… Like the staging of a bad gay porn.
I certainly would have appreciated being approached after dressing and being less, uh open, sweaty, hot and wet.
I skipped my usual cool down phase, so, I was still sweating like a pig when I was getting dressed. When I got in my car, all the windows fogged up, but I just wanted to get the fuck out of there.
Needless to say, I avoided him like the plague for a couple of weeks, just to give that some space. Hell, I was in my 20’s. I knew his teenage son who would come with him sometimes, it was just awkward. At the time, I was closer to his sons age, than his.
I guess he liked them young, I looked like a baby in my 20’s. I hated it… now I miss it. I just was just prettier in my 20’s.
If I recall correctly, you’ve indicated (on other threads) that you’re married to a woman. So, no picture of the missus on your desk at work? Don’t introduce her as your wife at parties? Don’t hold her hand/give her a peck on the cheek in public?
Pat, my man, I think maybe some stories are meant to go to our graves with us.
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Having sex with a porn star and not locking her down with an NDA?
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Or at least to be recounted in less detail.
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A. My people are the OG Catholics.
B. I was an altar boy.
C. I went to Sunday school.
D. I even entertained thoughts of becoming a priest.
pat, you have a habit of assuming you know more than others on certain topics but it’s clear from your posts on pretty much anything that you are one of the least knowledgeable and informed posters here. I can guarantee that I know more about the history of the Catholic Church and Catholic thought than you. I have actually had to study it at the university level. It was even part of my Masters thesis.
That was simply dodging the question and there is a reason why.
But do YOU know why kids love cinnamon toast crunch?
You really are a sheltered individual and you make no sense.