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Brothers and Sisters, please forgive me for I started typing this less than an hour before the regularly scheduled post time.

I knew this would be my topic when I volunteered for this week last Sunday. And yes, I seem to be writing about the darker side of things more often.

But after everything that happened this week, it's more important than ever.

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Brothers and Sisters, so I thought I was going to be writing another St. Mary diary when I asked for this week this year and hoo boy is that ever not happening.

It would have to be the person in process of entering the Episcopalian church who'd have volunteered for this week, wouldn't it. The one who, as it ultimately turns out, ended up landing there because of Robin Williams and didn't realize how the chain of causation until last night.

The material below the orange squiggle has a very heavy Have A Tissue Handy warning on it, because I got to thinking last night when all I had was an Ave Mary A embed and sobbing and now all I have is sobbing because I'm having issues with getting the embed code from the last diary I used it in.

Feel free to skip to the comments. If there had been another topic I could have taken I would have, but once I remembered everything I just couldn't bear to. Not when this is so different from everything else that's been said. Not when I was told growing up that just living your life as a good person and letting people know you just happened be Christian instead of In Their Face witnessing - they derisively called it Lifestyle Evangelism - wasn't worth anything. Well, it was to me.

You'd be amazed what two words and being yourself can mean to someone else.

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Today is Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week and one of only three Christian calendar holidays I was taught about as a little Southern Baptist back in the 1990s.

I'm going to do something a wee bit different and look forward into the week for my main topic.

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Given the occasion and my own religious affiliation, this week's diary will be Christian-centric, but all are welcome here.
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Brothers and Sisters, today is a strange Sunday in the Christian calendar.

When I volunteered for today, I honestly thought I would be writing about it being the first Sunday of Ordinary Time. And then I found out: there is NO such thing as the first Sunday of Ordinary Time. First Monday, yes. First Sunday, no. It's always either Epiphany, which already happened this year, or the Feast Day for Jesus' Baptism.

Given how the whole baptism issue has been nipping at my heels this past year, I am presuming some angels are laughing themselves to tears somewhere. But that is not my topic for this evening, because there has been an interesting conversation on the incarnation this past week in the progressive Christian blogosphere and I realized it's connected to my thoughts on baptism.

Welcome to Brothers and Sisters, the weekly meetup for prayer* and community at Daily Kos. We put an asterisk on pray* to acknowledge that not everyone uses conventional religious language, but may want to share joys and concerns, or simply take solace in a meditative atmosphere. Anyone who comes in the spirit of mutual respect, warmth and healing is welcome.
Given the occasion and my own religious affiliation, this week's diary will be Christian-centric, but all are welcome here.
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Brothers and sisters, the feast day of Saint Mary was earlier this week on the liturgical calendar, namely on the 15th of August. As so often happens with the feast days of the liturgical year, many churches will have shifted the observance to one of the neighboring Sundays.

In the case of my new church of attendance, that means this morning.

Given the occasion and my own religious affiliation, this week's diary will be Christian-centric, but all are welcome here.

Welcome to Brothers and Sisters, the weekly meetup for prayer* and community at Daily Kos. We put an asterisk on pray* to acknowledge that not everyone uses conventional religious language, but may want to share joys and concerns, or simply take solace in a meditative atmosphere. Anyone who comes in the spirit of mutual respect, warmth and healing is welcome.

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The day just passing marks exactly 8 months since I had planned on coming out to at least one of my parents as a sexually repulsed demisexual. Didn't happen, obviously.

As some of you read on a comment I left on WYFP last night, my third attempt to come out ended in some not-exactly-accepting commentary when I made some remarks about a show with a character who the online asexual community considers to be asexual or at least a pretty much repulsed heterosexual. Not completely horrid, but still not the greatest reaction ever.

And thanks to my emotional reaction to that... I don't have an option anymore. It's happening tomorrow, whether I like it or not. I've run out of dodges. It's been over a year since I came out to myself, and when you've lived a quarter century without knowing there was even a closet there you feel every board once that happens.

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It has been around 90 days since my last diary, and I am still not out of the closet to anyone who doesn't know my screen name here besides my completely awesome pastor. For those who didn't read my previous diary, I've been personally identifying myself as being somewhere in the less extreme, and therefore more privileged, section of the asexual spectrum since a few weeks before Coming Out Day and fumbled my way through coming out here the night before that day.

This diary is intended as a response to "Why do gay people always feel the need to tell people they are gay?" by RfrancisRFollow or, rather, an elaboration.

Because so far as my existence is going right now, as someone who a half-year ago was secure in what she believed was her heterosexual privilege and has now realized just how many ways I can out myself as not quite heterosexual in a given day even with my heteroromantic privilege fully intact, RfrancisRFollow's little dare didn't actually go far enough.

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I've got a question for the local QUILTBAG community, and while posting this early may technically be jumping ahead of everyone else this year, I figure there's gotta be someone else here dealing with the same general issue right now.

I kinda figured out since the last Coming Out Day that I'm among those who are represented by the black, grey, white, and purple flag. Explaining things exactly would likely eventually out me as Legal Name Me eventually for sure (it's amazing how fine-tuned definitions can get) so I'll leave it at me being in the grey part of that spectrum, and heteroromantic so the heterosexual privilege is still pretty much in force.

The question is below the squiggle.

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The local library near where I now live made five computers with an Internet connection available to the public around a decade ago, as well as wireless for those patrons who brought their own laptops.

I'm a recent resident of the area, but a deep family history means that there hasn't been a season since the system went in when I haven't spent a sizable chunk of time sitting and listening in the building, within 100 feet of those five computers. Except for a period when the wireless access was removed for a security overhaul, there hasn't been season I haven't used the wireless connection there.

This diary is a testimony to what I've witnessed in a single small own library.

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I wish I could say the title is snark. It isn't.

From Gov. Beshear's own press release:

"Memorial Day allows us to honor and remember the military officers who have passed while in service for our country," said Gov. Beshear.  "I urge all Kentuckians to take a moment on Monday between the parades and the grilling, and give thanks to the many men and women who have sacrificed their lives for our freedoms."

Only that's not the half of what Memorial Day actually is. Or ought to be.

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When I was in college, a friend and I went Trick-Or-Treating in a neighorhood just off of campus. The war in Afghanistan had started, and I can't remember if the war in Iraq had begun or was merely on the way. He had spent time in the army before college. As we went from house to house, we came upon one inviting doorway with a banner in the window. He recognized it as a service banner, though somehow he had missed that the stars used on such were blue and gold, instead of blue and black. Because of this (the gold star mothers' reactions to the wars had not hit the news yet), we spent a good ten minutes standing there on the sidewalk trying to decide whether we were about to thank a family for candy and the service of two sons, or candy and the sacrifice of two sons.

Luckily for us and the emotions of the mother who answered the door, we realized the stars were navy blue before we walked up to the door and rung the doorbell.

Unfortunately for Sarah Palin's media image, and potentially for many other Americans with relatives serving overseas, a company making bracelets for military families has not taken such care in their color choices.

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Sat Jul 11, 2009 at 12:55 PM PDT

The Results of Theocracy

by Cassandra Waites

This diary was originally posted on StreetProphets and Talk2Action as "Lessons from Holy Week: The Results of Theocracy" April 6, 2007, a Holy Week meditation. I'm reposting it here now because of some interest voiced in the comments in Troutfishing's diary earlier today on C Street and The Family. I have left it as originally posted, minus one image and some formatting edits, despite the change to a general DailyKos audience from the distinctly religious StreetProphets and Talk2Action audiences.

Religious leaders playing court with political leaders. Political leaders playing court with religious leaders. Common people paying taxes both to religious leaders and to political leaders. Fathers passing religious power on to sons and nephews. Religious leaders using funds meant for upkeep, charity, and such to enrich their own pockets.

This is not (intended to be, at least) a description of America in 2007 AD. This is a description of a small Roman province in the Middle East, right as Passover approached in a year when a man named Caiaphas was high priest and his father-in-law Annas was providing secondary leadership.

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