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National Coming Out Day
Oct. 11th, 2008 10:58 pmYep, still gay.
ETA: Today is also: Claudia Black's birthday, Michelle Trachtenberg's birthday, Dawn French's birthday, Michael J. Nelson's (of MST3k) birthday and Alexis and Aly's wedding anniversary. A good day, people.
ETA: Today is also: Claudia Black's birthday, Michelle Trachtenberg's birthday, Dawn French's birthday, Michael J. Nelson's (of MST3k) birthday and Alexis and Aly's wedding anniversary. A good day, people.
not a Mary Sue
Feb. 5th, 2005 01:25 amWishful Thinking
On her fiftieth birthday, the congregation she's been serving for two years throws her a surprise party, and she almost has a heart attack. Surprises aren't such a good idea when you're pushing the elderly side of forty-five, she tells them. Her favorite congregates cluster around her, pressing little mementos and some nicely not little checks into her hands. Her face hurts from so much smiling. They sing -- not offkey, but... church-key, their warbling sopranos and the squeaky voices of untrained toddlers. "Happy birthday to youuuu." Sharon brings out a cake, accompanied by scraggly teenagers who have been volunteered to help with the baking. Her name has been written on the cake in pink frosting, and blue sugar flowers are arranged in painstaking detail to form a cross, the symbolism of which she's not quite sure she understands in this context. (In other contexts, in her sanctuary, in her schoolbooks, in her crucifix, she understands perfectly.) Her attention is mostly attracted, though, to the dozens of blazing candles. She fears for the safety of the wooden church.
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On her fiftieth birthday, the congregation she's been serving for two years throws her a surprise party, and she almost has a heart attack. Surprises aren't such a good idea when you're pushing the elderly side of forty-five, she tells them. Her favorite congregates cluster around her, pressing little mementos and some nicely not little checks into her hands. Her face hurts from so much smiling. They sing -- not offkey, but... church-key, their warbling sopranos and the squeaky voices of untrained toddlers. "Happy birthday to youuuu." Sharon brings out a cake, accompanied by scraggly teenagers who have been volunteered to help with the baking. Her name has been written on the cake in pink frosting, and blue sugar flowers are arranged in painstaking detail to form a cross, the symbolism of which she's not quite sure she understands in this context. (In other contexts, in her sanctuary, in her schoolbooks, in her crucifix, she understands perfectly.) Her attention is mostly attracted, though, to the dozens of blazing candles. She fears for the safety of the wooden church.
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