It was a bit of a tight squeeze on the backseat of the car, but I wasn’t about to complain about being pushed up against my best friend and the man I loved.
The service was great. We got to sing plenty of my favourite carols. The biggest surprise of the evening however, was Mark’s voice. My god—whoops, shouldn’t have thought that in church—but it, Mark’s voice I mean, was beautiful. I shivered hearing it. I wondered if he had taken lessons.
The vicar centred his address on the phrase ‘Peace on earth, goodwill to ALL men.’ He seemed to put a stress on all. I’d no idea if he included gay men in that ‘All’, but I chose to believe he did and drew comfort from it.
Although communion was celebrated, neither Mark nor I had been confirmed so we didn’t go up to receive it. That didn’t seem to
