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Originally Posted by amicus_curiae
DD,
First I need to grovel in shame and apologize for misspelling altar boy. I write quickly and loosely but that’s no excuse for so grave an error. Forgive me?
I, too, am the product of twelve-years of parochial education. Back then the nuns outnumbered the priests and the priests outnumbered the laity. But when selected my college I ran fast to the nearest rational-humanist that I could find! But I, too, genuinely enjoyed those first twelve-years.
No, you speak for me as well. There’s a comfort in belonging to, and being ritualized into, the largest Church on Earth. I miss the community but cannot be complicit in the countless horrors now.
I grumble about change now, in my old age and confined confusion, but I thrived on change when younger. I had hopes for the future, changes that could bring about real justice and equality, etc. Fifty years ago I had hope; now I’m ashamed.
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I already apologized, too, for misspelling altar boy! Crazy, but I think the mind works differently when pouring out posts...it doesn't care about correctness...just wants to get the message down.
I read elsewhere about you and your '68 Mustang. One of the hottest guys I ever dated had a vintage white Mustang with a red interior. It seems silly, in retrospect, to be ashamed of any sensual experience, unless it caused harm to someone. I was recently going through a shoe box of old photos and was pretty amazed I had so many boyfriends. It made me think, "Did I ever go through life as an individual?" -- but I do not, in any way, regret the boyfriends. They are all amazing in their own ways.
In terms of world history I consider that everyone is my contemporary NOW...so I don't really get into "back them" and "now," - and anyway, some things are better. Take off those nostalgic rose colored glasses, Amicus. Be hopeful NOW.