Ask Sister Theresa: Can This Marriage Be Saved?

Dear Sister Theresa,

We are five lovers, recently married in Goosefeather, California.

We are:

Carl,  assigned sex = male, gender identity = male, sexual orientation = cis

Eunice, assigned sex = female, gender identity = female, sexual orientation = cis

Nancy, assigned sex = male, gender identity = female, sexual orientation = cis

Tom, assigned sex = female, gender identity = male, sexual orientation = cis

Brad, assigned sex = male, gender identity = male, sexual orientation = gay

Our problem is that Brad, our only non-cis marriage member, is having trouble fitting in. Or adjusting, might be a better way to put it.

We have “hit the social scene” searching for a solution and have found 4 new potential marriage partners:

Paul,  assigned sex = male, gender identity = male, sexual orientation = bi

Cheryl, assigned sex = female, gender identity = female, sexual orientation = lesbian

Lucy, assigned sex = male, gender identity = female, sexual orientation = intersex

Gordon, assigned sex = female, gender identity = male, sexual orientation = polysex

Do you think Brad may find a more complete true-love connection if we add these prospects to our marriage?

Sister Theresa responds:

Wow. You guys have got me in a bit of a pickle here. When I was Brother John, I had some strong ideas on this subject, but now that I’m Sister Theresa, I’m lucky to get my wimple on straight in the morning.

4 books on my mind

Four books that remain with me, each dealing with Man’s humanity/inhumanity, emphasis on the latter.

Black Lamb, Grey Falcon, A Journey Through Yugoslavia (1941) – Rebecca West’s magnum opus. 1,200 dense pages on travel in the Balkans on the eve of World War II. A millennium of suffering past, with the region facing more, much more of it, unsuspecting. Hard to forget.

Faces and Masks, Part Two of the Trilogy Memory of Fire (1987), and Mirrors, Stories of Almost Everyone (2009) – Two of Eduardo Galeano’s curious and poetic compendiums that outline the history of the world and the West’s dominance over North and South America’s native peoples, presented without irony and leaving a body of images in the mind that, as with the Balkans, seem indelible. “I’m a writer,” the author once said of himself, “obsessed with remembering, with remembering the past of America and above all that of Latin America, intimate land condemned to amnesia.”

The Buried Giant (2015) – Kazuo Ishiguro’s fable slowly unfolds, revealing a future of pain. I listened to this one; the marriage of reader and text seemed to elevate the message for me, entering my brain via my ears rather than my eyes.