Rocky Mountain Hiiiiiigghhhh...
Colorado is gorgeous! Rob already said we can't live in Utah, which is fair, so I'm putting forth this fine state as a proposed location for our commune. I'm thinking outside of Boulder. Thoughts?
I spent the second day at BYU in bed with a fever, so I was not arrested or anything. I did manage to make it to dinner where I talked with some very brave students who had outed themselves in the press. I can't imagine what it would be like to be gay in that environment.
So today we were at Colorado Christian. I had some anxiety about going there, as you might imagine from the last post, but it turned out to be an awesome day. It's a really small school, something like 900 undergrads, so our presence pretty well permeated the place. My two buddies were both pretty cool: one of them was the athletic director and we had a long talk about what it would be like if my wife and I moved in next door to his family. I also met a lot of allies, both of the "I think it's a sin but we can get along" and the "I grew up with gay people and have no issues, great that you're here" variety. One of them is hoping to stage the Day of Silence on campus this year. We were able to give 9 different classroom presentations and had several hours of open house style free discussions. But it seems like at each school a few of us end up having just one weird conversation after another; Robin had a hard day trying to explain transgenderism and how it was not at all related to pedophilia, and then how lesbians have sex when God intended sex to be about one person "giving" and one person "taking". Also, we sang a song called "Your Blood" again (we'd heard it at Azusa), which just sort of creeps me out.
Btw, I'm on Biola's little schoolwide news program. You can watch me here: http://www.mcom.biola.edu/ev/archives/2006-04-05.html I've got those talking points down, my friends.
It's occured to me that we Riders have developed an entire vocabulary and shorthand that no one else in the world will ever understand. For example, "sweet cane" as both an adjective and a person, "Pam time" as a verb, "agressive bottom" as a major overshare, "I met a young man at Wheaton" implying an entire personality and speaking style, the significance of the song "You're Better than Chocolate", not to mention all of our nicknames ("Busty", "Pastor Carl", "Papa Smurf", "Friggin Higgins", "Token Straight Girl") and super powers (intergalactic bongo drums, the ex ex gay wand, the glare of the sexually frustrated and, of course, the magic boobies). Some things I just can't explain to y'all.
If you haven't looked at the ER website in a while, check out the page for our newest member, Ryder. You can even sponsor him!
Tomorrow it's off to the Air Force Academy. I will be standing in the Honor Court with duct tape over my mouth, representing 1,000 of the 10,000 servicepeople that have been discharged since the institution of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". Woot.
I spent the second day at BYU in bed with a fever, so I was not arrested or anything. I did manage to make it to dinner where I talked with some very brave students who had outed themselves in the press. I can't imagine what it would be like to be gay in that environment.
So today we were at Colorado Christian. I had some anxiety about going there, as you might imagine from the last post, but it turned out to be an awesome day. It's a really small school, something like 900 undergrads, so our presence pretty well permeated the place. My two buddies were both pretty cool: one of them was the athletic director and we had a long talk about what it would be like if my wife and I moved in next door to his family. I also met a lot of allies, both of the "I think it's a sin but we can get along" and the "I grew up with gay people and have no issues, great that you're here" variety. One of them is hoping to stage the Day of Silence on campus this year. We were able to give 9 different classroom presentations and had several hours of open house style free discussions. But it seems like at each school a few of us end up having just one weird conversation after another; Robin had a hard day trying to explain transgenderism and how it was not at all related to pedophilia, and then how lesbians have sex when God intended sex to be about one person "giving" and one person "taking". Also, we sang a song called "Your Blood" again (we'd heard it at Azusa), which just sort of creeps me out.
Btw, I'm on Biola's little schoolwide news program. You can watch me here: http://www.mcom.biola.edu/ev/archives/2006-04-05.html I've got those talking points down, my friends.
It's occured to me that we Riders have developed an entire vocabulary and shorthand that no one else in the world will ever understand. For example, "sweet cane" as both an adjective and a person, "Pam time" as a verb, "agressive bottom" as a major overshare, "I met a young man at Wheaton" implying an entire personality and speaking style, the significance of the song "You're Better than Chocolate", not to mention all of our nicknames ("Busty", "Pastor Carl", "Papa Smurf", "Friggin Higgins", "Token Straight Girl") and super powers (intergalactic bongo drums, the ex ex gay wand, the glare of the sexually frustrated and, of course, the magic boobies). Some things I just can't explain to y'all.
If you haven't looked at the ER website in a while, check out the page for our newest member, Ryder. You can even sponsor him!
Tomorrow it's off to the Air Force Academy. I will be standing in the Honor Court with duct tape over my mouth, representing 1,000 of the 10,000 servicepeople that have been discharged since the institution of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". Woot.
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