Tag Archives: confusion

Chicago: The 51st State?

I saw this article saying that State Representative Bill Mitchell of Decatur wants to separate Cook County (the county that Chicago is in, my former county) from the rest of Illinois. Frankly, I don’t know what to say. It won’t happen, of course, but I’m just slightly dumbfounded. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone argue that a city should become its own state (excluding, perhaps, D.C., which is its own special case), let alone someone actually filing a bill to do so. Continue reading

I Feel Like I’m Losing Myself


I feel like I’m being pulled in so many different directions. I don’t know how — I’ve never know how — to deal with multiple identities in a way that didn’t cause one of them to be neglected and ignored. I’m a Korean adoptee, but I’m also queer and trans, and I haven’t yet been able to figure out a way to unite those identities, instead of simply pushing one to the foreground and the other to the back. Continue reading

Catholicism Confuses Me: Sacred Vessels

Another thing I don’t understand about the Catholic church is the insistence on using expensive materials for the glasses and plate (chalices and patens) used in communion — the Roman Missal, Third Edition, issued by the Holy See in 2000, states, “Sacred vessels are to be made from precious metal. If they are made from metal that rusts or from a metal less precious than gold, then ordinarily they should be gilded on the inside.” Continue reading

Catholicism Confuses Me: Transubstantiation

Even setting aside the more obvious problems I have with the Catholic church’s positions on queer and trans issues, there are a number of things about Catholicism that just don’t make sense to me. Oh, certainly, many of them could be considered relatively small and picky — details, if you will — but the thing about the Catholic church as an institution is that the details matter. It’s very fussy about its details. In particular, today, I’m going to focus on transubstantiation.

I remember upsetting my mom when I was younger by comparing transubstantiation to cannibalism Continue reading

How Can You Call Yourself a Parent?

I don’t know what it is, but some parents are freaking unbelievable. In a bad, bad way. Actually, perhaps it’s just that some homophobes and transphobes are parents. And they’re just unreasonable. And, as far as I’m concerned, they don’t deserve to be parents. Now, I know that’s a harsh thing to say: I know I probably have no right to judge whether anyone should be a parent (other than, perhaps, myself).

But who kicks their kid out of the house over a haircut? Continue reading