Some guy went undercover to an organization that claims to "cure" gays. The ex-gay files: The bizarre world of gay-to-straight conversion
"Are you feeling quite lustful with the SSA [same-sex attraction]?" [a female psychotherapist who practices conversion therapy asks]. I reply that I am – but not just lust. In my last relationship, I say, I felt profound love towards my boyfriend. "That needs to be broken," she says. "There's a darkness that's very real that keeps you as its dog, but of course our God is more powerful than that."
Yes! I found my errant clause and nested it correctly. Much better result set.
Exult with me.
I did actually find another queer girl
with my same name who was cute and
my type but she's taken. So no worries.
Nobody's exulting with me. I'm three days ahead of deadline. Which means three days to wonder what I've gotten wrong.
I just got an email (uh, printed out, just because) to tell me that I'm going to get an engraved champagne flute (in addition to the plain one I toasted with this morning) to commemorate the sale. I'd rather an extra day of massages and fewer games, but whatever.
::exults with ita::
Man, I could go for a massage.
Nobody's exulting with me.
I was gonna! Then I got distracted by a Javascript DOM issue. Which I figured out.
I'm going to get an engraved champagne flute (in addition to the plain one I toasted with this morning) to commemorate the sale.
That's more useful than the gifts I've received. One was a sorta' hourglass, except all the sand falls though at once (it falls though a filter thing that spells out our client's name) and another is a clear plastic or Pyrex thingie that has a sample of crude oil embedded in it.
I will exult! Even in my dungarees and grody sweatshirt. Because I have no place fancy to go.
Hee. I once got a nice clock set in excitingly chunky lucite during a company buyout. I tried to explain to them that I was a temp and was totally uninvested in the transition and did not need bribing. But they were in their "no, we value all employees phase" so I got it anyway. I shrugged and finished the week`s pile of data entry I was hired for and then left. It was a pretty clock.
