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This was one of the best articles I have ever read. I felt that Michael put my very own thoughts to paper. While realistically depicting most of the Church's outlandish and outdated thinking, he was still able to portray a true reverence for the Holy Father.
Musto says that he wasn't accepted by the Catholic Church because he's gay. He's right and he's wrong. That I enjoy threesomes probably makes me unacceptable to the Catholic Church as well. No, it definitely does. Well, shucks, I'm still Catholic. I atone for my sins; I try to not to hurt anyone. As far as the consequences, I guess I'll see how it all comes out in the wash. I certainly don't propose that the church change to suit me. Why can't he practice his faith with his homosexuality being the one thing that he might have to answer for?
Howell, New Jersey
I am a gay Christian, although not Catholic. I appreciate and share Musto's feelings. I am 35 and have been abstinent for 14 years. That's a long time waiting for God to heal me, and it seems to me like a joke that the church has offered no answers.
Sex, lies: an epidemic
Michael Musto's story on the death of Pope John Paul II is brilliant. The pope was a hateful man, bitter toward gays, women who undergo abortions (regardless of the circumstances), women in general (all of those who wanted to be priests, for example), and AIDS sufferers, to name a few. Oh, and let's not forget that barely mentioned BBC report on how the Vatican urged priests in Africa to spread lies that condoms cause AIDS.
As perfectly as Musto expressed my views, I would like to add that nothing that John Paul II ever did or said galled me as much as his statement that if there is an increase in violence against gays, they bring it upon themselves by their insistence on increased visibility.
Jackson Heights, Queens
The Natalie Krinsky blog [Natalie Does New York, villagevoice.com] is beneath the Voice. It smells desperate, like a grab for some younger, snappier demographicwhat the moussed folks in Hollywood like to call "edgy," like, "My, that Adam Brody on The O.C. is very edgy." Young people are fine. Without them, we'd have no idea which Pumas to buy. But Krinsky's blog is naive, frivolous, and alarmingly free of wit. And it's a retread of a retread. (Sex and the City ended its run a while ago; Wonkette is on Charlie Rose every other week .)
Her scope is ludicrously narrow. Her wispy, post-Ivy musings start and finish in a kind of gilded bubble, a fascination with sophistication without actual sophistication. She writes about herself and her life, and it's boring. We know it can be daunting to enter post-graduate life. All those new bills and shaky infrastructures, and the lack of meticulously organized multi-racial house parties. And not nearly so many people talk about Kant.
Please, for the love of New York and culture and provocative thought and all things you should stand for, rethink this girl. I'd say "woman," but I'm sure, like Gap moll Sarah Jessica Parker, Ms. Krinsky enjoys being a girl.