I mentioned this to a friend of mine yesterday because I found it hilarious and unexpected. I was then politely informed that I should rename my blog “Oblivious Pagan Stating the Obvious.” That name is much too long and stupid. I’m going to tell you about it anyway.

First off, I’m ok with the gay. Secondly, stereotypes exist for a reason, and that reason sometimes makes me sad. I automatically disapprove of upholding a stereotype, but go out in the world and try not to. The second banana in this local church hierarchy is a pleasant enough guy. I’ve met him a handfull of times. He’s snarky… and sassy. He talks with his hands, rolls his eyes, speaks with a lisp, and someone told me, innocently, how he just loves pink. I still wonder if I’m the only one with a working gaydar.

I was far from saying anything about this guy being a potential child molestor, and actually hadn’t thought about it until one of my friends said something off color about it. Then my other friend bitch-slapped with both disappointment and stfu about how it is “traditional” to encourage (read- pressure) potentially homosexual members to join the clergy. The reasoning behind that is so, ideally, the celibacy and devotion to God would distract, if not cure, these “evil” intentions.

I can now see how so many sexually repressed homosexual child molestors end up in the non-news of church scandals. There’s no moral to this story. I just thought it was funny to see such a flamboyant old man in charge of a homophobic system. I will refer to him here on out as “Father Fabulous.” He also runs the RCIA program, so I’ll be seeing more of him.