I was telling a friend of mine tonight that my church’s high school youth group was putting on a “Murder Mystery Night” to benefit the UUSC Tsunami relief fund.
“So, this is, like, theater, right?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“So there will be gay guys there,” He said, his eyes lighting up.
“And in high school, so they will be cute?”
“Yeah,” said she who had always erred on the side of dating guys who were much older.
“But they’re Unitarians, so the gay high school guys won’t be all fucked up and depressed, they will have accepted themselves and be cool.”
My pride in my faith swelled. As did my resolve to keep an eye on him if he does tag along.