Vaya...con Dios
This evening, on the eve of his visit, Kyle made a rather unusual request of me: go to this website, get ordained as a minister, and upon their visit, marry Kyle and his boyfriend. I thought, surely this must be a ruse, but no, it's not. Kyle's boyfriend's father is gravely ill, and he and Kyle wish to be married in haste - to whatever extent that's possible - in case things take a turn for the worse.
I went to the website [http://www.ulc.org] of the Universal Life Church, filled out a very short form, and lo, I was thus ordained. I won't deny I'd heard of the ULC before, but never could I have imagined that ordination would be so easy, and never could I have fortold that I would wake up this morning a Mister and retire this evening Reverend.
Pack up the babies, and grab the old ladies. I am now a man of the cloth.
Don't believe me? My credentials:
Moreover, the ULC is based in Modesto, and there's something quietly poetic about that.
Amen.
I went to the website [http://www.ulc.org] of the Universal Life Church, filled out a very short form, and lo, I was thus ordained. I won't deny I'd heard of the ULC before, but never could I have imagined that ordination would be so easy, and never could I have fortold that I would wake up this morning a Mister and retire this evening Reverend.
Pack up the babies, and grab the old ladies. I am now a man of the cloth.
Don't believe me? My credentials:
Moreover, the ULC is based in Modesto, and there's something quietly poetic about that.
Amen.
:-D
Holy Minister Lion :D
Update from the front: my boyfriend's dad didn't make it to see his son married.
Through the drug-addled and sleep-deprived haze of yesterday, I'd kinda compartmentalized the knowledge and the realization. Dave's just... not there, anymore. And Erik's mom (Sandi) is going through a really tough time.
stupid fucking stomach cancer why the FUCK can't they make it legal for people with cancer to smoke pot while they search for a cure?
stupid fucking stomach cancer hell stupid fucking cancer at all why the FUCK can't they find a cure?
I only got to meet Dave once. After we moved to Tucson, Erik's parents flew us out there for a week of visit (after he was diagnosed with the cancer). and... Dave is (er, was) cool. He didn't look like the pictures that Erik had shown me (he used to look like a Hell's Angel, up until the time the chemo made his hair fall out)... but he still had this bubbliness to his personality, and still insisted on doing things himself to the best of his ability -- even though he was on a morphine patch (72 hours of morphine delivered transcutaneously :P) and his antiemetics and everything they could give him to make him comfortable... but that stuff didn't work all that well. He couldn't sleep well at night, couldn't eat, and was all but wasting away.
and then, a joint of marijuana was procured. He smoked a little bit of it (about 1/5th of it) -- offered me a hit off of it, but I'd be damned if I'd take a dying man's medicine away -- and then we just chatted for a while, and watched TV, he got a half a sandwich, and then he went to bed. The next morning, he was very awake, very alert, didn't seem to be sleep-deprived, didn't seem drug-addled, and he was actually EATING.
I have a very good reason for being pro-medical-marijuana. My father-in-law-was-to-be. I saw him suffer. I saw him waste. (even over a week -- cancer is NASTY SHIT.) and I cannot find it in my conscience to force anyone else -- not even my worst enemy -- to have to go through the pain of watching someone else die like that. I can't find it in my conscience to force anyone to die like that, when there's one magic medicine that will help them to not.
"Compassionate Conservatism" -- if you want to be compassionate, you fucking conservatives, de-schedule marijuana. Or at least move it to schedule II. stupid fucknuts.
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