Chapter 11: Carlos
I’ve never been able to shake the bonds of Catholicism. I say that like it’s some naughty admission, like I’ve never been able to quit smoking. But it’s true, even though the Church’s policies have infuriated me and made me feel unwelcome as a gay man, its roots run deep into my soul. It’s hard to break a habit that started with your baptism, continued through weekly catechism and parochial school and confirmation at age twelve. When I entered the seminary, I really believed I’d spend my life in the priesthood, doing good works, shepherding my flock, wherever they ended up being.
The Church’s rich traditions and ceremony will always be a part of me. There’s no escaping, even though my logical mind tells me over and over I’m dwelling in a house that sees me as unfit, or
