“Don’t you think Jesus masturbated?”
Kirby, is it possible that you simply enjoy a lot of sex?
To this day, most of my intellect and heart has been shaped, indeed transformed by brilliant women. Commonly held, keenly explored values of equality, freedom, fairness, empathy, community, knowledge, laughter and wisdom were/are readily, often gladly, shared with tenacious support and encouragement. The adage, “You are welcome to exceed me” stoked bravery to the cause, gave foot to the undeniably courageous choice to continue. What you have instilled in me, sweet women, I am forever grateful, and continue to be in service to the great (and small) cause of our collective humanity.
There are many to bow down. But let me start with two women I’ve quoted above.
D. LaRoth Perry was my high school english/journalism teacher. She wore the most beautiful headscarves baring a face as radiant, as naked, as her soulful laugh and smile. Ms. Perry, your audacious question placing Jesus and masturbation in the same breath saved this very scared, closeted gay teenage Christian boy’s life and for the very first time allowed me to consider Christ for who he really was, a man, like me. Ms Perry, I was too shocked to answer you as a boy, but today I can say to you, yes Ms Perry, yes, my Jesus was a man, with a cock, who pleasured himself. Glory be.
As for enjoying a lot of sex, yes I do. Lean, toned, youthful male bodies with big cocks, soft to enorme, enthrall, continue to marvel. My dear friend and mentor, Kay Miller was the first not to automatically wrong me for my sexual appetite. And, in doing so, instead of just being driven by dick, I became my cock’s owner, one with my desire (only later to graduate to cock worshipper!). Thank you Kay for loving me into my own life, cock and all.
To my enduring friend, Kim Edwards. You were the only one whose love I didn’t have to change for. As a boy who was wrong for getting up in the morning, I didn’t fully understand or even believe this at the time. No greater gift could one receive. Your present love.
Pat Williamsen, your intellect, your beauty, challenged, opened, guided me to the same. “Where has my first love gone?”
Pat Parisi, my most accurate reflector, exceeding me, leading the way, showing me the will to do something completely different.
Mary Dell who’s lust for love and life and truth gives me daring and hope.
Shelley, Loreen, Leeson, Christine, Gail, Treasa, Monika, Patricia, Rose, Tara, Diana, Asha, Eliza, Roberta, Cathy, Bella, so many more who touch and inspire. (A special shout to the coreSomatics women, first graduating class!)
And Suzanne, who’s will alone kept me here, who taught me how to stand. My heart.
I can trust you. You always bring up the unthinkable, the unsayable! Then I can talk about it.
I think God and the universe are one and god and I are one. My sexuality was denigrated all my life. So I joined a group of women and anything was ok–it was wonderful, beautiful, funny and sad!