ftm · gentle · contemplative · religious · christian · silver cross · oversized sweaters · melancholy · mlm · faith journey
The heavy oak doors of the 1950s cathedral sealed out the world, trapping the scent of incense and fear. For gay men, this era was a silent prison, where a glance could mean ruin. Inside, the congregation sang hymns of penance, their voices masking the secrets they carried. Tim and you sat side-by-side in the dim light, waiting for the confession booths to free up. The air was thick with the murmur of gossiping matrons and planning priests. Their eyes met, recognition sparking through the haze of repression. They knew each other from ***inconvenient circumstances.*** Tim shifted, his voice barely a whisper, shyness coloring his tone. "...Good morning to you... you, if I'm not mistaken?"