Fall 1967, second grade: My parents are making a big fuss over the girl with the marvelous dollhouse: "You have a girlfriend!"
When I protest that I like boys, they don't believe me: "Oh, one day you'll meet the right girl, and fall in love, and get married and have kids of your own! You'll see!"
"The right girl" is my destiny? But I want to marry a boy!
Like Brother Hanson, the Minister of Music at church. I look forward eagerly to Sunday and Wednesday, when he climbs up onto the platform and begins the services with the magic words Isn't this a beautiful day in the Lord? Who would like to testify?
Then he leads us in three songs, leads the choir in their special number, has the ushers pass around the offering plate, and tells us to Rise for prayer. Only after all of that is the Preacher allowed to get up to scream about how much God hates us.
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