Thursday, July 21, 2016
When the Earth's Crust Began to Cool...
I won't do some trivial introduction about how I'm glad that you're here to listen to me or anything of the sort. I generally hate small talk. Here is a brief intro to... well... me I guess. I'm a Utah native, though I much prefer the East Coast to Utah, mainly because of the ocean. My mother very graciously home schooled me and my three other siblings in our one room cabin in the Ogden valley of Utah. Just kidding. Kind of. I was home schooled for 11 years, whereupon my parents sent me to a public school. I suppose that is part of the reason why I'm a bit odd. I use words like 'whereupon' and 'obstreperous'. Seriously, how many homos do you know that speak like that? Anyway, back to when the Earth's crust began to cool. Being home schooled came with it's own unique set of challenges and obstacles, such as the incessant question of whether or not I got to start school whenever I wanted to, if I got to do school in my jammies, etc. And the answer is no. Absolutely not. I was usually up by 07:00, and started school at 08:00, and didn't get done till around 15:00. So it was rigorous physically. Academically, it was exhilarating, but taxing. We memorized poetry, learned how to diagram sentences, dissect a word etymologically, and so on. To say it was unconventional would be an understatement. I think the thing that I enjoyed most about this is how I had my best friends around me at all times. Our family is still incredibly tight nit because of the sheer volume of time that we had (READ were forced) to spend together. It was either adapt and change, or kill each other, and since we generally frowned upon capital offenses, we decided not to kill each other. I'm not sure how far this blog will go, but for my family's privacy, I'll call my siblings... Danielle, Lynn, and Sully. I'm the youngest.
It was fun, as I've said. The only real handicap I would say that being home schooled inflicted was that I'll be damned if I can relate to my peers. For as long as I can remember, they've all seemed a bit vacuous and remarkably uninteresting. Unfortunately, that continues to this day. When others enjoy going out and getting hammered, I enjoy staying home and discussing the philosophy of language over a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black. That's not to say I'm a complete fuddy duddy. I enjoy going to the club and seeing all of the pretty boys and girls, but I don't enjoy doing it often. Ah well, I'm an imperfect person. The other conceivable drawback of it was the religious indoctrination. Our curriculum was provided by a Christian academy based out of Florida called Abeka Academy. Very rigorous and strenuous academically, however they were also a bit hot and heavy for Jesus. So that imbued me with a really neat sense of morality. I mean, fuck gays and atheists, right? Those people just don't know what they're missing out on. Being on Jesus is righteous, as they say. Obviously that has since changed, but I'm still dealing with the fall out. But because of my inquisitiveness, I always asked super obnoxious questions of my Sunday school teachers, like, "Well, what about the tribes in New Guinea that haven't been contacted? Are they going to hell? (The obvious answer is yes). I was a cantankerous child, and gave no rest to my teachers. Anyway, the fact that they could never provide me with satisfactory answers, or at least uniform answers, began to smack of bullshit to me, and so I began to question the truth of Christianity. Obviously I didn't say a damn thing to my parents or any clergymen, except for one ill-fated adventure into an adult Sunday school class, which resulted in a stern talking to from the assistant pastor (I wasn't important enough to warrant a talking to from the actual pastor). Ah, good times.
But here I am today. I'll save losing my religion and coming out for another day, because those are just footnotes to me. To be frank, I've tried blogging in the past, but I'm going to give it another shot, to see if I can actually make a go of it. I don't think my ideas are particularly special, or worth sharing, but I am interested to see what the experiences of others are, and if there are indeed other gay home schooled Freemasons out there. Just kidding, I don't really care. I'm quite comfortable in my own skin, and don't need yours (it put's the lotion on it's skin... :-P). Seriously though, I want to share my experiences of being a gay Freemason, the interactions with my family, most of whom are still super religious, and just my life in general as I put myself through University, and begin working on accomplishing my goals. I appreciate your time, reading my mindless twaddle, and I hope to see you again. Be humble, don't stumble, and I'll see you again soon.