My boyfriend Paul was devout Catholic, so he did the works: Ash Wednesday, then Lent, for which he gave up soda. Then Palm Sunday and Holy Week: services on Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday.
Fasting on Friday, which meant only one meal, in the evening, after church.
Having had nothing to eat all day, we drove to Columbus, to the Holy Cross Catholic Church on Fifth Street, in the gay neighborhood of Germantown. It wasn't exactly gay-friendly, but there were lots of almost-open gay people in the pews.
The Good Friday Service is almost as painful as the Jewish Rosh Ha-Shanah, two hours of brow-beating, followed by the Veneration of the Cross in a darkened sanctuary and a silent communion.
Very dark and depressing. I think I would prefer the live-action crucifixions they hold to celebrate Easter in the Philippines.
When the service ended at 9:00, we rushed about a block west to the El Camino Inn for cheese burritos and avocado salad, and then drove up to Club Columbus, a bathhouse near the Ohio State University campus.
It had a gym, a video room, and a very large steamroom-maze where guys often met.
I rented a small "cabana room," and Paul got a locker.
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