Sunday 18th May 2025
Dear Diary,
‘tis I, your houseboy creator, popping in to assure you I still exist. Mind you, if the new Pope had his way, peeps like me wouldn’t be able to exist. I’m getting bad vibes from Pope Leo. Let’s just say I think he’s going to be more of a predator than a pussycat. I hope I’m wrong, but I think he’s a regressive leader who will take the church back to the bad old days of damn the gays and suppress the women. He couldn’t wait to get the fancy robes out of hock, could he? No humility in this guy. Power and gold and a reversion back to Borgia style Papacy, I reckon.
Give the guy a chance, Gilli, I hear you say, it’s early days. Okay, okay, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now. We’ll see, but I suspect hard-line Leo, and his taste for all the fancy clobber, might become one of my go-to rants. As a lapsed catholic, I know I have no real right to complain, but I’m going to anyway.
Anyway, on to some serious stuff now. I’ve been dealing with bereavement, hence my no show for a while. My mother’s best friend, Marie, died a few weeks back. It was and continues to be an upsetting situation, and quite complicated in its way. I kept in touch with Marie after my mother died, and grew fond of her. Her dying feels like the final closing of a door on an aspect of my life. She was a link to my mother, and now she’s gone, and I’m not in the best place. So, you’ll have to excuse me while I sort myself out.
Stay well, peeps. I hope life is being kind to you all, and if not, then you have my sympathy and heartfelt hope that things get better. Ciao for now.
Dear Diary,
‘tis I, your houseboy creator, popping in to assure you I still exist. Mind you, if the new Pope had his way, peeps like me wouldn’t be able to exist. I’m getting bad vibes from Pope Leo. Let’s just say I think he’s going to be more of a predator than a pussycat. I hope I’m wrong, but I think he’s a regressive leader who will take the church back to the bad old days of damn the gays and suppress the women. He couldn’t wait to get the fancy robes out of hock, could he? No humility in this guy. Power and gold and a reversion back to Borgia style Papacy, I reckon.
Give the guy a chance, Gilli, I hear you say, it’s early days. Okay, okay, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now. We’ll see, but I suspect hard-line Leo, and his taste for all the fancy clobber, might become one of my go-to rants. As a lapsed catholic, I know I have no real right to complain, but I’m going to anyway.
Anyway, on to some serious stuff now. I’ve been dealing with bereavement, hence my no show for a while. My mother’s best friend, Marie, died a few weeks back. It was and continues to be an upsetting situation, and quite complicated in its way. I kept in touch with Marie after my mother died, and grew fond of her. Her dying feels like the final closing of a door on an aspect of my life. She was a link to my mother, and now she’s gone, and I’m not in the best place. So, you’ll have to excuse me while I sort myself out.
Stay well, peeps. I hope life is being kind to you all, and if not, then you have my sympathy and heartfelt hope that things get better. Ciao for now.