Topic: "He Touched Me: or The Misadventures of an Aspie in Church" 1.1 year ago
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"I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with a soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments." - Jim Morrison "I love God and he loves me... that's all there is to it." - My baby sister, Kassidy, may she rest in peace.
"How did I get myself talked into this... and why do these robes have to be so hot?" "Hot is right, boyfriend!" Cherry, an African-American drag queen, had a voice like a lisping cement mixer, and the shoulders of a linebacker. She was an unlikely candidate for our church choir, but a real sweet gal nonetheless. Also, she clearly had a crush on me. "Oh dear," I sighed. I'd never been a praying kinda guy, but if ever there was a time to start...
As an Aspie, I tend to be stubbornly logical. My skepticism is hardwired, an integral part of my personality. Naturally, I find organized religion a bit hard to swallow. So how exactly did I end up singing in the church choir with a bickering lot of elderly women and one flirtatious, black transvestite? It all started when I took a job at a flower shop. My employer Gerald, a flamboyant, 65 year-old man, was as moody, and melodramatic as Joan Crawford in a wire hanger factory. He had a creepy habit of treating his business like a Bible camp for wayward youth. A week after I began work, he offhandedly declared that I would be joining the church choir. That little employment stipulation must have been in the application's fine print. So there I was trying on robes, hotter than hell in the middle of church. "Why do we have to wear these things during practice?" I complained. Heat sensitivity is one of my many annoying autistic ailments. "We have to look good for Jesus!" hissed Doris, a terribly fragile and wrinkled old woman who seemed to think she was second in command to the almighty Himself. "Could you point me to the passage in the Bible that says Christ judges people by the clothes they wear?" I sneered. "Shut up young man," Gerald said, pinching me in the side. "I'm sorry," I said, turning to Doris. "By the way, I cried when you threw that blue diamond off the Titanic."