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An Undeniable Christmas Church Service
DATE: 11/21/2008 11:47:12 / MOOD: Stoned

                    

For those of you who don't know, at one time in my life I was quite the devout Christian. I know, I know . . . Hard to believe, eh? The truth of the matter is, I was not only a devout Christian, but an Ohio licensed and ordained minister who founded a small church in East Canton, Ohio. I'm not going to get into all of the logistics of that time, but want to set up the story to give a bit of a history so you, the reader, have a better understanding of where I coming from.

I spent most of my Christian days living with a self-hatred. Why? Well, for thirteen years I tried to be something I was not . . . A true blue heterosexual. I sought "healing" or "transformation" via several different "ex-gay ministries." Needless to say, my conversion never took. No matter how much praying, fasting and lamenting I did. I was still gay- or technically bisexual. (I personally agree with Dr. Kinsey. We are ALL technically bisexual.) Under the direction of a few pastors, "faith-healers" and "Christian counselors," I married a sweet girl who had a son from a previous marriage and we had two more boys. While many may not quite understand, to this day I love them all and still have a wonderful relationship with all of them.

When I was still a minister, I studied the Bible and really sought out truth. That's all I ever wanted, was to know the truth . . . The WHOLE truth. Good luck at finding that in any church or any written religious work. The Bible, for example, is probably one of the most mistranslated books of all time. I found this out when translating from Koine (Greek), Hebrew, Aramaic & Latin. The most widely used version (key word- "version") of the Bible would be the King James. And shouldn't this be the most trusted version? After all, King James was such a good and holy man . . . a good and holy GAY man who was responsible for the deaths of many women due to his paranoid and delusional manuscript, "DAEMONOLOGIE." A man who sought to control his kingdom, as well as, the Catholic Church and the Puritanical movement via his verison of the Bible which would later be heralded as the great Authoritative word of God. Egad!

When I started to realize that most everything I had come to believe was pure and utter bullshit, I left the church and sought "god" on my own. For eight months I was secluded from the world around me and earnestly searched to find the face of god. No such luck. It was at the end of that period when I decided I was officially done with "Christianity" or any god for that matter.

(NOTE: I do not think Jesus was a bad person or a deceiver. I actually think he was a great and wonderful man. If you have a "red-letter" edition of the Bible, I recommend reading ONLY the red-letter words and passages. You will find when you remove the commentary of man that Jesus himself was a very cool and loving character. Seriously, if he is infact the messiah, wouldn't his own words be enough? Why would God in human form need man to re-explain what he has already said? And what he describes as living a holy life is quite different from what any church out there teaches.)

Onto the "now."

So, I packed up my bags on Saturday the 22nd to head out to Ohio to spend the holidays with my wife and kids and my sister and her family. It was the first time we were all together for Christmas. I arrived at my sister's house, where I was staying, and my second son was there. It was so good to see him again. My goodness has he grown! And what a handsome devil he has become. I guess he takes after his old man, eh? Heh-heh. We had a wonderful evening and stayed up till the wee hours of morning talking of loved ones lost and the brightness of the future.

The next morning, around 8:30am, the quiet house was disrupted by a phone call from my wife. She was calling to tell us that she would be over in fifteen minutes to pick up our son so that he could be at church to celebrate Jesus' big day. My sister woke me up to tell me what was going on and I immediately called my wife to see if this was really necessary. After all, we were up all night and had only been sleeping a few hours. But, my wife, who is still clutching onto the Christian religion insisted, "But its Christmas!" As if Christmas had anything to do with church- Let alone, Jesus! Needless to say, I was not a happy camper.

I woke up my son and told him the news. I made a joke saying, "I should go with you guys and explain to the church that Jesus really isn't the reason for the season." We laughed and as he was getting ready, I decided that I was, in fact, going to go to church. Heh-heh. Wouldn't that be interesting?

I didn't have much time, so I threw on a pair of jeans and my signature leather jacket and combat boots. I walked out the door with my son. My wife and youngest son were pulling up. We got in the car and my wife asked, "What are you doing?" I told her that I was going to church with her and she said, "Oh, no you are not." I asked her why she didn't want me to go and she said she feared that I would start drama. I told her if they don't start drama with me we are good to go. She still didn't want me to go, so I reminded her that Jesus said, "As you have done it unto the least of them you have done it unto me." (I am such a shit sometimes.) So reluctantly we drove off for our big day at church as a family.

We pulled up to this little church and walked in the doors. I joked that the walls may cave in once I walked in the building. (Don't forget this . . . It's important later on in this account.)

It was the usual scene . . . A bunch of average, small town folks meandering about offering "God bless you and Merry Christmas" with plastered on smiles. It was fun to watch as one by one they took notice of me. A few of them made their way to my wife anticipating an introduction. With much reluctance she would stammer out, "This is- uh- my ex-hus- I mean- uh- the father of my- er- our boys."

Understand, that this is a small town in the boonies of Ohio. And trust me when I say most EVERYONE knows who I am there.

So my wife nervously rustled me into a small class room . . . Sunday School! Oh man! We sat right up front and this tall, somewhat attractive guy in a little red sweater and turtleneck approached me, introduced himself and welcomed me to his Sunday School Class. I was undeniably a gentleman as always and shook his hand. It was at that moment that I realized this guy was "family." And I'm not talking "family" as in church family or blood relation. This guy was most definitely another closeted queer hiding behind a fake smile and the title, "Christian."

How do I know? Maybe it was the soft and gentle hand shake or how his eyes met mine and then scanned downward to check out The Undeniable's fabulous rock-n-roll wear . . . ehem . . . and my package. You know, it could have been the way he sat, with his legs crossed and his right shoulder cocked as if he were Marilyn Monroe posing for a pin-up calender.

The topic for Sunday School Class . . . "Being a Courageous Christian." "Hmm? Okay," I thought, "This should be interesting." And it really was! I felt like I was at a "coming out" convention. "We need to be proud of who we are!" "We shouldn't hide who we are!" "We need to speak out about who we are!" And to be honest, I really couldn't argue. I mean, Christians should be proud of who and what they are too. But then the class turned a little sour. It was recommended that Christians ought not say, "Season's Greetings" or "Happy Holidays." Rather, it is much better to offend someone in the name of Jesus. So I spoke up and asked, "Why is it so important to force feed Jesus when many people celebrate this time of year. Is it really such a bad thing NOT to try to offend people? What about the Jewish or the Wiccans and Pagans?"

Now at this moment you could have heard a pin drop in this room. And you could tell this little closet case queen knew he had his hands full. So they continue on and one guy in class talks about how instead of saying "Jesus is the Reason" he tries show Jesus through his actions rather than words. Now, that I can agree with that whole heartedly. Show your Christianity through actions not your words. Now the teacher of this class wasn't too thrilled that one of his pupils agreed with me, but he went on.

We read some scripture and then went back to his lesson which began to attack Catholics. Now, he did it with much jest and really chuckled about the fact they weren't "born again." I am thinking, "What the fuck? How do you judge another Christian religion?!" Several in the class chimed in and scoffed. But I knew my wife was sweating bullets bad enough so I kept my mouth shut.

Then it was time to attack the atheists. And more erroneous crap came out of this phoney baloney freak's mouth. "All the Atheists spend all of their time working so hard to disprove the Bible and Christ because they know they are wrong." I had to speak up. "Actually, that is not true. Every Atheist I know couldn't care less about your religion or your god. My partner and my step-dad both are hard-core Atheists and want nothing to do with any religion and do not want to know anything about it." After I corrected him, I gave him an out, "Maybe you mean Agnostics. I am Agnostic in that I believe there is something out there, but not sure what. And I do study all religions to find out what is and what is not truth."

That silly boy . . . he ran with it.

Again we move along with the lesson. I did chime in, but only on things that were cool in my opinion. I really didn't want to appear like I was trying to fuck up his class.

Finally this Sunday School was coming to a close. And I was feeling good about it and so was my wife. She looked relieved and somewhat happy. And then this fucking asshole just had to go where he knew he ought not. Right before we end with prayer he pops of with, "This is a time of showing Christ's love to all. It's like homosexuals. Homosexuality IS a sin but-"

(You don't really think I was even going to let little miss thing finish that bull-shit statement, do you?)

"Whoa there, big boy," I interrupted, "Have you ever translated the original texts and manuscripts of the bible from the ancient languages? I have. You don't know what the hell you're talking about. There is only one scripture in the entire Bible- It's in Leviticus- that refers to homosexuality and that is debatable also. I think you might want to get your facts straight." Then I looked him in the eye to let him know if he went any further I would call his gay ass out! I would yank him right the fuck out of the closet and really give him what for right in front of his wife. Now don't get me wrong, he thought about it for a good minute or two, but realized it was best to end that class . . . And he did.

As we were making our way to the sanctuary for the service I asked my wife if she was upset with me? She said she was embarrassed with both me and the Sunday School queen. I told her it was uncalled for. That it was a direct attack on me and she knew it. She agreed, but just wanted to go and sit down in the church service and get through this morning with some sanity left. So I said I would behave. Damn! I spoke too soon.

As we are walking into the sanctuary, the worship team was getting in place to prepare to lead the congregation in holiday songs of Jesus' birth and salvation. We were debating on where we would sit when the worship leader looked up and saw me. Now I didn't recognize this guy from anywhere but the look on his face told me I should.

As we got closer and closer to the front he became more and more shocked and perplexed. I couldn't figure it out. Then I thought I knew him from a M4M site. I was really sure that's what it was. However, since I have been back home, I have checked and realized that is not where I know him from. And then it hit me . . . HOLY SHIT! IT'S THE PISS QUEEN FROM THE DUNGEON IN CLEVELAND, OHIO! Shit! I knew who this dude was. Oh my god! How fucking funny? Well of course I didn't recognize him. Last time I saw him he had a leather slave collar on and was in a tub with guys pissing all over him! Pwahahahahaaaa. They got the fucking piss queen leading their worship service! How fucking funny is that?!

Just for the record, I don't do and am not into water sports, but hey, to each his own! I just find it amusing, half of my entourage that was with me at the dungeon used this guy as a human urinal! No wonder he looked like he saw the devil walking down the isle of his church- Oh wait, hge did, I am the devil. Heh-heh. Poor guy was sweating like a whore in church- Oh shit- He was a whore sweating in church. Guess those analogies rang a little too true, eh?

We go through the service and I try with all my might to hold back the laughter. Then the preacher, a very nice and kind fellow got up to speak. It was the usual, "Jesus is the Reason for the Season" sermon wrapped up in cute, lil' heart-warming stories. It was nice. He never said anything ignorant or offensive.

During the service, the weather REALLY turned bad. I mean BAD!!! It was raining and snowing and sleeting. The winds were picking up in powerful gusts. As we sat and listened to the preacher, the roof began to creak and I swear the walls shook. My youngest son who was sitting to my right whispered, "Daddy, I think the walls might actually come down!" For a minute, I thought they might also! I reassured him that would not happen, but that if it did I would again believe that Jesus is the Messiah. Needless to say, no walls came down.

After the service, we were making our way out and the preacher was introduced to me and actually gave me a hug. Though I think he is completely delusional when it comes to his beliefs, I do think he is quite genuine and I have respect for him. He never once shunned me or tried to put me down. Instead he embraced me and told me that I was always welcome there. Hmm? I dunno. He may regret that statement someday, but I doubt it. Heh-heh.

I must admit, the biggest surprise of the whole fiasco was when my wife said to me, "See, coming to church today didn't hurt you." Quickly I started to agree and say she was right, but then I stopped cold in my tracks and replied, "Actually, that's not true. It did hurt me. For as much disdain and lack of respect as I have for most Christians, I was truly hurt and deeply offended that your so-called Sunday School teacher just had to go there and be a cunt. You know that when I was a pastor, I NEVER would condemn someone who was visiting our church. Nor would I permit anyone else to do something like that. Christianity IS supposed to be about accepting people where they are and allowing Christ to deal with them regarding their so-called "sins." To single them out and try to humiliate or embarrass them is in no way Christ like and to make fun of other religions, like Catholicism is just simply wrong."

As I sit here writing this all out, I find I am still surprised that someone could offend me, The Undeniable. Truthfully, I didn't think I could be offended anymore. I guess there is still some human left inside of me. It seems the demons within me haven't completely taken over yet. Well, New Year's Eve is just around the corner and my new year resolution is to fuck as many of you dirty closet case Christians as I possible can and lose whatever humanity I have left!

Sooooooooooo....................................

You better watch out . . .

You ought to get high . . .

You better bend over and I'm telling you why . . .

The Undeniable is coming to town!

 

                 



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TRUE LOVE: Then Again... Maybe I'm Just High
DATE: 11/21/2008 11:41:15 / MOOD: Stoned

TRUE LOVE...  Then Again...  Maybe I'm Just High

 

I had an unexpected visitor the other night. It was a friend I have known for many years. He is about 10 years younger than me and sometimes he comes to me for guidance. Talk about the blind leading the blind! ;) A good kid for the most part, but like all gay guys... He got some issues! ;) Heh-heh. Anyway, he is in this relationship and is thinking he might be loving this guy way more than he thought.

 

I fire up a bowl and he asks me, "How do you know when you are in love... Like really in love?"

 

"Well," I pass the bowl over and reply, "A simple and acceptable answer could be, 'To be in love you must be willing to give your own life for another.' However, I don't think that is true love...  Rather, I call that humanity.

 

"I agree." My friend passes the bowl back and nods, "I definitely agree with that."

 

I inhale and hold.

 

"Some of us have more of it than others."

 

I exhale, pass the bowl, sit back on my chair and say, "Humanity... Some of us have more of it than others, but I would venture to say, there are a lot of folks that would give their life for another... For example, look at those fine men and women who join the Armed Services to fight on behalf of our nation. Remember, all the kind people who gave their lives to save another during the attacks of 9/11. You see, I think to give your life for another is nothing more than showing humanity, not true love."

My friend has this look on his face like, "Damnit, I get it! Let's move on." He takes another big hit and passes it back to me.  With smoke rolling out his mouth like a small, impatient dragon, "Okay. Then what is true love?"

 

"In my opinion... Realizing true love could be like making a list of all the things you hate most about your lover only to find that those things really don't matter anymore...  Knowing true love is when you don't even need to make the list."

 

I inhale and hold while talking.

 

"Do not think of true love as expecting; Think of it as accepting. This romantic notion about "Mr. Right" or "Mrs. Right" is pure hogwash! You are the only "Right" you need in your life. When you stop looking to your lover to complete you and you start to complete yourself, then, and only then, are you able to truly love another. It's that expecting thing... It's like this, if you don't expect than you are never disappointed. I know that sounds rather bleak, but that's honest and realistic."

 

Finally, I exhale and we both laugh at the fact I said all that with my lungs filled with so much smoke.

 

I continue, "You know, in my relationship there is little expectation. Over the past six years, we have only had six or seven serious arguments. Every one of those arguments were because one- or both of us- had an expectation. What is interesting is when I do not expect from him and he does not expect from me, we meet each others' needs without ever having to say a word or to expect- even in the privacy of our own minds. I think that is true love, man. I really do."

 

We both kick back for a moment and let the smooth euphoria settle further in. I think to myself, "I should write this down. I think it really makes sense. Then again, maybe I'm just high."



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The Undeniable's View On PROP 8
DATE: 11/20/2008 16:03:14 / MOOD: other

You Wanted To Know; So Here I GoThe Undeniable's View OnP R O P  8

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I recently received a few messages/emails inquiring as to what The Undeniable's thoughts were regarding the Prop 8 situation.  Look, who I love and want to commit my life to does not affect you and vice versa.  Anyone who thinks 'gay marriage' will destroy the traditional institution of marriage is obviously fearful of what they do not understand.  I think the sanctity of 'hetero marriage' died out years and years ago.  .................................................

Beyond this ignorant way thinking, I have heard how permitting 'gay marriage' will hurt the children.  I have to laugh at this unintelligent school of thought.  Those who are so hellbent on the tradition of marriage say  they are concerned that their children will learn that it is 'okay' to have same-sex parents.  And this is bad because???  What about the children of same-sex parents who are being told that their parents are 'going to hell' or 'destroying the country'?  Do these god-fearing people have any idea of the stress, humiliation and pressure they are putting on these kids?  I guess the children of same-sex parents don't deserve to be treated as equals?  There is that 'same-but-not-equal' thing.  Hmm?  Didn't we hear that once before in this country?

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Which brings me to this thought...  To all those lovely Mormon folks who are also black...  Do you realize you were thought of as worse than a white homosexual up until 1978?  You were considered 'possessed' because your skin is black.  Heh-heh.  And I saw some of you throwing punches to defend your illustrious religion.  Shame on you and shame on many, many of the hetero black people in this country!  There was a time, not so long ago, none of you had rights and you sure you liked the GLBT people who stood and fought by your side then.  Don't you think it is time to return the favor?  Martin Luther King, Jr would be appalled at what has become the hetero/religious black community in the United States.

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This is great.  I saw a 'slogan' which read, "Yes on Prop 8- Procreate!"  Oh my.  There are some really stupid haters out there.  How many children are up for adoption and how many in foster care?  Approximately 17% of children under the age of 16 are currently apart of the system.  Yes!  Procreate!  Make more babies!   We need more welfare children and dysfunctional gang-bangers and scam-artist preachers in the world.  Hell, we need more people period, right?  Sadly, there are people    out there who want to foster/adopt many of these children to get them out of the system and offer them a better life, but they are gay and it appears that is also bad.  Better to leave them in the system and let them rot.  Prop 8...  For the children?

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Finally, as an Ex-Ordained & Licensed Minister, I want to approach this subject from a religious view.  While the Deadly Desert Three (Mainstream Judaism, Muslim & Christian) complain that they want to maintain their rights to discriminate against the GLBT Community likewise, there are other religions in this country- even sects of Christianity that believe in GLBT marriage.  Therefore, as a country, are we not taking away the right to freedom of religion?  Unitarian Universalists, some sects of Judaism & Christianity, Pagans and Wiccans and some Hindu and Buddhists believe in and support 'gay marriage'.  What about their right to the First Amendment?

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"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."

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If my religion or church believes and supports gay marriage,then how can the government take away that right?


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