Justin Fenwick

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God Hates Fags! EMU Ypsilanti, MI

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ May 9, 2008 ⋅

Edit: [Links to some related posts elsewhere: Fred Phelps at EMU | Fred Phelps To Protest At Eastern Michigan University | Be on the look-out for a hate group disguised as a church on campus today | Fred Phelps To Protest At Eastern Michigan University] Gathering at the Eastern Michigan University (EMU) Student Center, supportive [...]

The child-man, gay-infant, and adult-girl

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ February 26, 2008 ⋅

Are adults made? A recent article by Kay Hymowitz from City Journal suggests something about young men today in our society: Today’s single young men hang out in a hormonal limbo between adolescence and adulthood. Child-Man in the Promised Land by Kay S. Hymowitz, City Journal Winter 2008 The suggestion is that for various social [...]

What is different this time around

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ January 18, 2008 ⋅

Muddle muddle… I’ve been twiddling my thumbs recently and not much has come of it. As I’m sure you have seen on here, so few posts. So now I’ve exploded, tension abound. I’m hoping that it is a good thing. I spent months at work trying to claim my space, make it a 40 hour [...]

Could settling be a good thing?

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ November 6, 2007 ⋅

I spent most of last week in Seattle, which is why my posts were so sparse. I was there for both a conference on experiential education and some personal meddling. My significant-other, Gregg, had taken the initiative a few months earlier to begin co-coordinating our conferences. We had one methodology, decide on a city first [...]

Refrain (repeated)

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ October 9, 2007 ⋅

Refrain (repeated) Deep song during Mass for the very first bout, The religiosity is seeping it. The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt. Filled with the reason of this rhyme. Scripture searched youth for sexuality. Deep song during Mass for the very first bout. Hurt moved further in, buried in owned crime. Gloating [...]