Note: Occasionally, as below, I lift a post from an email to a reader. I never do this without the reader’s explicit permission. Thank you for writing, B., and for being willing to share this. ★ Dear B., I know what you mean about depression. I think we always expect suffering to be different from…
Alex Lambis of Splendid Glory was kind enough to interview me recently. Catching up on email, I see the interview has been up for several days — you can find it here. Check it out & show Mr. Lambis some love! Maybe if all dozen of you head over there at once, we can saturate his…
Guess what you guys! We interrupt our regular schedule of not-posting-on-Thursdays to bring you this post over on Catholic Exchange. It’s really nice to be writing publicly as Joseph Prever again; I mean, it’s really nice for there to be only one of me. It’s also nice to write stuff that isn’t about gayness in…
Dear Readers, I love winter, for the first two weeks. After that it seems like a long slog through bleakness. It’s hard to be enthusiastic about life when the landscape itself is so clearly hostile to you. By this point, though, the snow is piled high, and the thought of spring is less like the…
I don’t like disagreeing with people. I tend to do it badly. Either I’m silent when I should be vocal, which makes people assume I agree with them when I don’t, or I rip somebody’s head off about something that doesn’t matter at all, like the other night when I badly hurt a dear friend’s…
Dear Readers, I’m just writing to say hi. I hope you’re well. Sorry it’s been a while. I don’t have any grand themes to expound upon, so maybe writing this post like a letter makes the most sense. I just got back from an extended weekend trip with my Kung Fu school, who I keep…
Gabriel Blanchard of Mudblood Catholic has a splendid piece at Crisis that clarifies a few things about what we “Side B”1 gay Christians believe, and why we are not Trying To Ruin Everything. The piece is in response to a pair of pieces by Austin Ruse, who is very proud of himself for coming up…
Clean Of Heart I’m on day 30 of Clean Of Heart, which is cool. Father T. is my official accountability partner, but as I’m not willing to ask him to give me time every single day to talk about the silly, petty mechanics of my lust, even though he’d never put it that way; and,…
Look, Matisyahu, I don’t know what your deal is, or why the Reggae and not something less awful,1 or what that accent is, exactly,2 or why you decided to shave your beard or how I feel about that, but I do like that one song that was on the radio forever ago, because damn, how…
I heard a nice idea from my sister: every time something happens that you’re really thankful for, you write it on a piece of paper and put it in a jar. Then, at the end of the year, you read the pieces of paper, to remember all the good things. I think I missed some…