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Tangentials – Kenny Pierce

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On Death, Dying, and Those Who Still Wait

Posted by on Nov 11, 2014 in Get Real, Tangentials | 0 comments

On Death, Dying, and Those Who Still Wait

What follows below is a response to something that was tweeted this past week and which I, in turn, posted on Facebook. It received a slew of likes (I was glad for that). In the evolution of comments away from the original theme, Leslie Maxwell Kaiura commented about how she stumbled upon my blog, and her thoughts on my perspective as a gay Christian man who survived the AIDS era. My reply ended up being a long one. I think of and live with her observations every day of my life.   From Leslie Maxwell Kaiura: “You know, speaking of...

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Islamophobia, Glass Factories, and “THEM”

Posted by on Sep 8, 2014 in Featured, Hot Topics, Tangentials | 0 comments

Islamophobia, Glass Factories, and “THEM”

“The problem is never going to go away. Tell them that they have 24 hours to get the fuck out. Then turn that whole region into a GLASS FACTORY.” Wow. Coffee table conversation at dinner parties yields the strangest schools of thoughts. Comments on how best to deal with far off problems can go beautifully with a nice glass of merlot.   A “glass factory.” Glass, by the way, is what the earth turns into at ground zero of a nuclear detonation. Was that coming from the latest même out of Westboro Baptist church? From some...

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Refuge for a Boy Called Virtue

Posted by on Jul 19, 2014 in Featured, Hot Topics, Tangentials | 0 comments

Refuge for a Boy Called Virtue

They thought that he was the son of a mayor, and for that he was shot. And lived. They still shoot people a century later for such things. I’ve been watching the refugee crisis, with children from Central America at the borders with no small degree of horror. While I’m deeply disturbed by so many things that pass me by on the news, on social media and the like, this makes me squirm with a unique form of unease and discomfort, because it is really my own, my family’s story. It is our story, unfolding in the form of children...

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How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

Posted by on Jun 16, 2014 in Featured, Poetry, Tangentials | 4 comments

How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

I probably hated most of you at one point or another. For what your kind had done, at one point in time, to me.To those like me. Strangers to you. Hate is a such a strong word. But no, I did. I fact-checked you, had you figured out. There was such perverse safety in knowing the enemy.     I sought out and read everything that you ever wrote. Your stances, your positions, your apologetics. Your conclusions. It sometimes took me a while, to find the evidence.   But make no mistake about it. I would find it.   I was Inspector...

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If I’ve Survived to Achieve it All

Posted by on May 4, 2014 in Featured, Get Real, REAL LIFE, Tangentials | 0 comments

If I’ve Survived to Achieve it All

If I should achieve all of the rights in my world as a same-gender loving man. If I am welcomed into the arms of the Church as such, and feel that justice has finally been served. If that’s my litmus test for how far Christianity has evolved, and I turn a blind eye to the rest of the world. Love.  If that’s the extent of my love for the “least of these.” If my sole focus, as a Christian, is on my right to marry and to not be vilified at home, while I don’t speak out about inequities abroad. If I ignore the fact...

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And Still, Still We Stand

Posted by on Apr 1, 2014 in Featured, Poetry, SOUL FOOD, Tangentials | 0 comments

And Still, Still We Stand

The stones come. Year after year.   Decade after decade. And I, like a fool never fell.   I cannot, could not, fall.   But they hit.  Still they hit. Still they sting. Even now. Especially now. I filled many glasses to numb it all. Merlot. Coque du vin. And said to myself “feel nothing.” And asked. Demanded. What of it all? I can’t feel, yet I feel their burn. And I knew. I saw. Rope in their hands. Did they ask? Ever ask “Who is he? What is he?” No. No. They did not. “Hide in plain...

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