A reader writes:

As a former Catholic seminarian and professed Cistercian Monk...

I could never understand how I could be so doctrinally conservative and equally delighted when balls were in my face. Now I get it. I was never a doctrinal conservative. That's why I was able to renounce the Deposit of Faith without so much as a thought. It was a liturgical ceremonial traditional fetish (which also manifests whenever something Royal happens on the BBC) that is by definition: Gay!

Thank you. I can enjoy the rest of my day now. Life is Grand. I think you're Grand.

And irony is really gay as well.

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