Is the Presbyterian Church Harmful to My Health - Part 7
In Part 6, I was discussing my first Pride Parade with Sixth Presbyterian Church. I got back to Heinz Field’s parking lot and felt that I had thoroughly enjoyed giving Bobbie a ride. She’s my favorite person at Sixth Presbyterian, I got to thinking. I then went over and started my shift. The lesbians at the booth were very impressed with how I did. I stopped everyone who came by. I invited drag queens, pagans, and even people’s dogs to church. I had a long talk with a transgender woman from the booth next door and really tried to talk her into coming to church. I really liked her and was hoping I’d get to see her again and make friends with her, but no such luck so far. I stayed till the end when only a lesbian minister and her partner were left. The trans woman I had met and another trans woman helped us disassemble the booth, and I helped the two lesbians load up their car.
The next day in church, the lesbians at Sixth Presbyterian had bragged about my performance. I often sit with one of the Presbyterian Women honchos and her husband, and she complimented me. This was someone who even knows women from Round Hill. She said she had heard how well I had done at the booth and thought that was terrific. Later, the lesbian minister told people I was a gift to the church. Bobbie was there and our friendship deepened. She teased me even more about Pedro Martinez. I was really starting to feel great about going to this church. I also felt I had been accepted in spite of all my trans friends.
At this time, the church was organizing their participation in Pittsburgh Presbytery Night at PNC Park. This was a lot of fun. One of the lesbians twisted my arm into saying I would go. Then I started to feel excited about it. A man by the name of John Matta was retiring from the Presbytery. He was a member of Sixth, although he was too busy traveling to a variety of Presbyterian churches to come to Sixth very often. He would throw out the first pitch. We were supposed to be there in force to support him. They even were working on Bobbie to go to her first game at PNC Park.
To be continued…
The next day in church, the lesbians at Sixth Presbyterian had bragged about my performance. I often sit with one of the Presbyterian Women honchos and her husband, and she complimented me. This was someone who even knows women from Round Hill. She said she had heard how well I had done at the booth and thought that was terrific. Later, the lesbian minister told people I was a gift to the church. Bobbie was there and our friendship deepened. She teased me even more about Pedro Martinez. I was really starting to feel great about going to this church. I also felt I had been accepted in spite of all my trans friends.
At this time, the church was organizing their participation in Pittsburgh Presbytery Night at PNC Park. This was a lot of fun. One of the lesbians twisted my arm into saying I would go. Then I started to feel excited about it. A man by the name of John Matta was retiring from the Presbytery. He was a member of Sixth, although he was too busy traveling to a variety of Presbyterian churches to come to Sixth very often. He would throw out the first pitch. We were supposed to be there in force to support him. They even were working on Bobbie to go to her first game at PNC Park.
To be continued…
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