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to start over. She couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Okay, just relax, Cheryl,” she told herself, hitting the key again.
“Hi, I’m Cheryl and thought I’d leave a quick response to your ad. I agree with you about talking on these recordings, so I will be brief as well. Let’s see . . . I’m about five five, one hundred ten pounds, African American, short black hair, brown eyes . . . gosh, what else? I’d like to think I’m an attractive, fun person. I don’t really have any specific hobbies, but I’m pretty much up for anything. I like doing things outside now that it’s summer, hanging out with friends, and I enjoy cooking from time to time . . . things like that. Anyway, your ad seemed pretty nice, so I thought I’d go ahead and respond. Hope to hear from you.”
Cheryl then left her telephone number and replayed the message to make sure it sounded okay. She wasn’t overly thrilled with it but couldn’t think of anything better to say. She held her finger over the appropriate key to send her message. She still wasn’t one hundred percent sure this was something she wanted to do. She held her finger over the key a little longer before she took in a deep breath and gave it a quick punch. She still wasn’t sure if the whole personal-ad thing was a good idea, but it was too late to change her mind now.
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L inda was walking up Connecticut Avenue toward St. Margaret’s Church for the evening service. St. Margaret’s was an Episcopal church, but they let Dignity, a group for gay Catholics, hold a Catholic Mass there on Sunday evenings. Most of the time Linda didn’t bother with it and went to the standard Catholic church closer to her apartment on Sunday mornings. Dignity’s services tended to be long and, being in the evening, cut into her Simpsons watching time. It was just easier to go to a quickie forty-minute Mass in the morning and get it over with. Of course, she had issues with the Catholic church and its stance against homosexuals but, nonetheless, she always felt at home at church. She’d been Catholic all her life and even went through eleven years of Catholic school until her mother moved her and her sister to D.C. after the divorce. There Linda enrolled in Tenley High School, where she met Gina.
Linda had tried some other religions. She went to the Unitarian Universalist church a couple of years earlier but found their service to be more like a town meeting than a religious experience. She also visited the Metropolitan Community Church on Ridge Street, but when they wanted her to hug a complete stranger after receiving the Eucharist, she decided it was too touchy-feely for her. What was the big deal about being a gay Catholic anyway? It wasn’t like every other Catholic didn’t ignore the Pope’s teachings—like half of the people that sat next to her at Mass weren’t using birth control, having premarital sex, and even abortions. Please!
Linda was still a little annoyed with Gina for just disappearing from the Phase the night before—as annoyed with Gina as Linda could get. Long ago Linda decided to accept Gina for what she was—a mess. She knew that Gina cared for her, and that Gina would do anything for her. Gina took Linda under her wing in high school, helped her through her parents’ divorce, and was right there through the rough times with Karen and Julie. Gina had even helped Linda move into her new apartment last summer, something Gina did for no one else. Linda remembered the time Peter asked Gina to help him move, and she told his “cheap ass” to hire movers.
Linda walked into the church and found a seat near the back. She didn’t go to services there very often, so she didn’t recognize anyone. Cursing herself for forgetting to set the VCR to tape her programs, Linda sat in the pew, reviewing the church bulletin, while she waited for the Mass to begin.
“May I?” a sharply dressed woman with a Dorothy Hamill haircut said to Linda, wanting to know
“Okay, just relax, Cheryl,” she told herself, hitting the key again.
“Hi, I’m Cheryl and thought I’d leave a quick response to your ad. I agree with you about talking on these recordings, so I will be brief as well. Let’s see . . . I’m about five five, one hundred ten pounds, African American, short black hair, brown eyes . . . gosh, what else? I’d like to think I’m an attractive, fun person. I don’t really have any specific hobbies, but I’m pretty much up for anything. I like doing things outside now that it’s summer, hanging out with friends, and I enjoy cooking from time to time . . . things like that. Anyway, your ad seemed pretty nice, so I thought I’d go ahead and respond. Hope to hear from you.”
Cheryl then left her telephone number and replayed the message to make sure it sounded okay. She wasn’t overly thrilled with it but couldn’t think of anything better to say. She held her finger over the appropriate key to send her message. She still wasn’t one hundred percent sure this was something she wanted to do. She held her finger over the key a little longer before she took in a deep breath and gave it a quick punch. She still wasn’t sure if the whole personal-ad thing was a good idea, but it was too late to change her mind now.
Name Tags
L inda was walking up Connecticut Avenue toward St. Margaret’s Church for the evening service. St. Margaret’s was an Episcopal church, but they let Dignity, a group for gay Catholics, hold a Catholic Mass there on Sunday evenings. Most of the time Linda didn’t bother with it and went to the standard Catholic church closer to her apartment on Sunday mornings. Dignity’s services tended to be long and, being in the evening, cut into her Simpsons watching time. It was just easier to go to a quickie forty-minute Mass in the morning and get it over with. Of course, she had issues with the Catholic church and its stance against homosexuals but, nonetheless, she always felt at home at church. She’d been Catholic all her life and even went through eleven years of Catholic school until her mother moved her and her sister to D.C. after the divorce. There Linda enrolled in Tenley High School, where she met Gina.
Linda had tried some other religions. She went to the Unitarian Universalist church a couple of years earlier but found their service to be more like a town meeting than a religious experience. She also visited the Metropolitan Community Church on Ridge Street, but when they wanted her to hug a complete stranger after receiving the Eucharist, she decided it was too touchy-feely for her. What was the big deal about being a gay Catholic anyway? It wasn’t like every other Catholic didn’t ignore the Pope’s teachings—like half of the people that sat next to her at Mass weren’t using birth control, having premarital sex, and even abortions. Please!
Linda was still a little annoyed with Gina for just disappearing from the Phase the night before—as annoyed with Gina as Linda could get. Long ago Linda decided to accept Gina for what she was—a mess. She knew that Gina cared for her, and that Gina would do anything for her. Gina took Linda under her wing in high school, helped her through her parents’ divorce, and was right there through the rough times with Karen and Julie. Gina had even helped Linda move into her new apartment last summer, something Gina did for no one else. Linda remembered the time Peter asked Gina to help him move, and she told his “cheap ass” to hire movers.
Linda walked into the church and found a seat near the back. She didn’t go to services there very often, so she didn’t recognize anyone. Cursing herself for forgetting to set the VCR to tape her programs, Linda sat in the pew, reviewing the church bulletin, while she waited for the Mass to begin.
“May I?” a sharply dressed woman with a Dorothy Hamill haircut said to Linda, wanting to know
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