What happens when you combine a blue-eyed gene with a brown-eyed gene? You get brown eyes.
What happens when you combine a "gay wedding" with a "Catholic wedding?"
The thing is, when you put “Catholic” and “gay wedding” together, you come out with one inevitable conclusion: an extravaganza of rituals.
Extravaganza, yes. But whatever else you might call it, it certainly isn't a Catholic wedding.
Michael and Randy said this communion was for everyone, that it could mean whatever we wanted it to, and after all it was challah. So I stood in line, dunked my bread in the cider, and was generously showered with a Jesus-free blessing by a minister friend.
Please help me nip a rumor in the bud. There is no truth to the report that Uncle Di wrote the breathless description of an ex-Jesuit/ex-Benedictine ménage in today's New York Times style section. But I look at a sentence like this, and I realize that every parodist is living on borrowed time:
Together, we all marched onward and outward to bright sunlight and chicken breasts in apricot sauce: the gay Catholics, the nominally straight Jews, the Midwestern families who had traveled long distances in more ways than one, the whole motley collection of pagans, ex-priests, Buddhists, actors and singers, each of whom had absorbed the ceremony in their way.
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