Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Valentine's Day Redux
I've stopped sending VD cards to anyone but my wife.
If I have to explain that to you, you're spending too much time watching the Weather Channel.
I'm a hugger; but I'm getting really, really, really careful about that.
Because I understand what the apostle means by a holy kiss - Do some exegesis for yourself! - I used to kiss women on the cheek.
I'm transitioning to a kiss on the hand; though I'm starting to rethink that.
A few months ago, our youth had a lock-in that ran into Sunday morning.
Previously, I'd do a security check that included the restrooms for women around 5:30 a.m.
No more if there are women in the building!
I skipped the women's restrooms that Sunday and hoped for the best.
Think about it.
I could see it on Facebook and Twitter and snap chat and email and texts and smoke signals: "Guess what, mom? Pastor Bob just came into the restroom while I was...and he said he was checking it out and..."
I'm not smart enough to sort out all of the neo-Puritan-prudishness that's accelerating since Harvey, Woody, Bill, Hillary, Kevin, Donald, and...but not Whoppi, Joy, Anderson, Chris, Rachel, and...but I am concerned enough to think separating fact from fiction and harassment from auto-suggestion will have to be adjudicated at the highest levels sooner than later before men - especially men because they are reported as the most dominant harassers - start distancing themselves from women in work, play, religion, and anywhere anyone at any time can accuse 'em of harassment.
Due process seems to be over in America.
Anyone remember jury trials and being innocent until proven guilty?
When it comes to our PC sex police, all it takes is an accusation and you're toast.
Guilty without an opportunity or possibility or prayer to prove innocence!
Again, if you don't know what I mean by that, you're not paying attention or drinking too much Irish cream.
While some of you won't believe this, which is good, I've been sexually harassed and propositioned...whoa, uh, oops, sigh...a lot.
It never really bothers me which, I guess, is a gender distinctive.
Kinda flattering for an old bald guy.
Most men, actually, don't mind women who proposition them or come on strong or...
I know lots of men who wish they'd be...
Not just single ones.
Yeah, I know the work place thing when a woman is boss....but, again, if I have to explain this to you, what planet have you been on?
Really, stop watching The View for your moral equivalent to Holy Scripture.
Confessionally, while it's crossed my mind, I've never propositioned a woman though, today, a hug or holy kiss can be misinterpreted and, now, if I were suddenly single which I hope never to be because my wife takes care of me and she's much better for me than I am for her and I don't think any other woman would be able to handle my Lynryd Skynrd Freebird DNA which is why I want to die before her so she can be free to be whomever and because I love her more than she will entertain because of my many faults that are catalogued so meticulously, I would never, never, never, you know, uh, geez, uh,...invite/ask/suggest/hint/flirt/whatever...because, uh, well, geez, sigh, if I have to explain that to you in today's cultural climate where all WASPs are considered predators by...
On the other hand, I sat between two very strong female clergy at a meeting on Tuesday.
One was to the left and one was to the right if you know what I mean.
Because I've been getting closer to Jesus these days, especially since October 2011 that you can read about by googling KDs on Eugene, I found myself enjoying them, liking them, loving them, and wanting to hug them before I exited.
Blessings and Love!