But I do remember one Sunday school teacher I want to say her name was Mrs. Collins. She always had little craft projects for us to do while she read the lesson. She had a son who I want to say was in his 20’s. He always kept to himself and the men of the church, he was the kinda guy you heard rumors about, but now I can see the poor guy was a closeted gay man. Never knew what happened to that family after my family's “enlightenment” to the “Pentecostal” pre-Evangelical movement.
Still I sit here and think of all those tortured souls and how they felt teetering between a belief in the Almighty and the guilt placed on them. It reminds me a little of these grey skies, where the potential of a peaceful day is overshadowed by the cold wind biting through your bones. I remember those days, days of uncertainty, days of wondering “Am I enough”?
Our two cats are gender neutral in that we had them fixed when they were kittens. They don’t follow the rules of “normal cats”. They have nothing in common with female cats since they can’t give birth. And male cats treat them aggressively since they did give off female hormones. Of course I may be wrong about all this, these are just my observations. Still to be considered different is never a good thing for our psyche. Many of us put up a brave front, but the pains are still there. Just something that comes into my mind while facing the cold.