The page where we find out what exactly is in the soup Up There

First, an Introduction!

I'm a 33 year old transmasculine nonbinary type person, father to 3 cats, who (I think it's pretty clear) has no idea how to code.

But, I'm also at the age where I don't really care about "looking cool" or impressing people, so my page will look pretty bare while I figure out what I'm doing.

And I'll add things -little tchotchkes- as I figure out how to do that.

02/14/25 - At first glance there's nothing different about my site today, BUT what you don't see is that I learned the difference between a paragraph tag, a line break tag, and then the pre tag so the poems that I have below are now formatted correctly. Edit: But actually now there is something that is evidently different and that is that I made the background Antique White! :D

Second: Poetry! (And quotes)

I am Marge Simpson, and these stolen words are my potatoes:

Marge holding up a potato

(Look at that! I added a gif and everything, and yes, I do pronounce it like the peanut butter brand)

Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme

    He's here in the midst of it-
    right at the centre of the dance floor,
    robes hitched up to His knees
    to make it easy to spin.
      
    At some point in the evening
    a boy will touch the hem of His robe
    and beg to be healed, beg to be
    anything other than this;
      
    and he will reach His arms out,
    sweat-damp, and weary from dance.
    He'll cup this boy's face in His hand
    and say,
      
    
              my beautiful child
    there is nothing in this heart of yours
    that ever needs to be healed.
    
    

Excerpt from Raymond Carver's Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?

    Waiting for what? I'd like to know.
    It is August.
    My life is going to change. I feel it.
    

Except from Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love

"Your job then, should you choose to accept it, is to keep searching for the metaphors, rituals and teachers that will help you move ever closer to divinity. The Yogic scriptures say that God responds to the sacred prayers and efforts of human beings in any way whatsoever that mortals choose to worship-just so long as those prayers are sincere.

I think you have every right to cherry-pick when it comes to moving your spirit and finding peace in God. I think you are free to search for any metaphor whatsoever which will take you across the worldly divide whenever you need to be transports or comforted. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's the history of mankind's search for holiness. If humanity never evolved in its exploration of the divine, a lot of us would still be worshipping golden Egyptian statues of cats. And this evolution of religious thinking does involve a fair bit of cherry-picking. you take whatever works from wherever you can find it, and you keep moving toward the light.

The Hopi Indians thought that the world's religions each contained one spiritual thread, and that these threads are always seeking each other, wanting to join. When all the threads are finally woven together they will form a rope that will pull us out of this dark cycle of history and into the next realm. More contemporarily, the Dalai Lama has repeated the same idea, assuring his Western students repeatedly that they needn't become Tibetan Buddhists in order to be his pupils. He welcomes them to take whatever ideas they like out of Tietan Buddhism and integrate these ideas into their own religious practices. Even in the most unlikely and conservative of places, you can find sometimes the glimmering idea that God might be bigger than our limited religious doctrines have taught us. In 1954, Pope Pius XI, of all people, sent some Vatican delegates on a trip to Libya with these written instructions: "Do NOT think that you are going among Infidels. Muslims attain salvation, too. The ways of Providence are infinite."

But doesn't that make sense? That the infinite would be, indeed...infinite? That even the most holy among us would only be able to see scattered pieces of the eternal picture at any given time? And that maybe if we could collect those pieces and compare them, a story about God would begin to emerge that resembles and includes everyone? And isn't our individual longing for transcendence all just part of this larger human search for divinity? Don't we each have the right to not stop seeking until we get as close to the source of wonder as possible? Even if it means coming to India and kissing trees in the moonlight for awhile?"

Excerpt from Daniel Mallory Ortberg's Something That May Shock and Discredit You

As my friend Julian puts it, only half winkingly: "God blessed me by making me transsexual for the same reason God made wheat but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation."

We did it boys, we made a goddamn website. Lookit 'er go!