Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Unitarian sex ed and David Bowie devotional candle

This arrived in the midst of my OWL Training (comprehensive, accurate, sex ed for K-^)at the Mirror Lake Unitarian Church this weekend. I was sleepy, stuffed with French toast casserole and chapel coffee and so many eager adults asking the OWL facilliators questions about how not to shame a kindergarten who masturbates and what to tell and 10-year-old who asks about being genderqueer. I came home after a 12-hour workshop day and there was this package.


From some mysterious friend. There was no tag or return address, it came wrapped in the New York Times, from Flaming idols--a company that makes devotional candles for the LGBTQ community. Some mysterious someone heard me say that I have been grieving Bowie terribly, that there is a tear in the cosmos now,  an eerie parallel universe seam in which some of my life force pours up out of my body in search of him and finds him still, ever-present. And this someone knew me well enough to know why I would want an LGBTQ altar candle

What a gorgeous friend, a wise friend. Was it you?
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