I was at a craft fair last weekend selling some of my photo cards and books with my ex-partner. We were chatting as it was a slow Sunday with a new snowfall coating the streets in ice. A friend of ours came in and we chatted for a while with her. After she left, my ex told me that this friend calls me "a hundred footer" when she talks about me.
I had no idea what a hundred footer was and neither did my ex... so today I googled it and looked it up. Well, this is the definition, and I have to laugh, because it is so totally appropriate.
"A lesbian who typfies the stereotype to such an extent you can spot her sexuality from a hundred feet away."
I might actually modify that to say that I'm a "200 footer" but... I accept it for what it is! I think I've been fooling myself that I blend in, and apparently that is not the case. So better to just lay it all out there and let the chips fall where they may.
I've been straddling the line trying to keep a foot in the Catholic Church while still being true to who I am. Unfortunately, events over the last 3.5 months have shown me that it is actually a vain hope. More on that later. I've let my blog languish here waiting for some resolution. It's time to stop waiting. The Church is not going to change this year, and I am not going to wait for it. The train has left the station. They can catch up with me when they are ready.
For myself, I am tired of being urged by the hierarchy to be "cautious" and "careful" about speaking about my orientation, or as the hierarchy likes to say "lifestyle". Enough. Time to move on.
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