CHURCH’D @ TUCSON 090725
December 3, 2025
Today started early as yesterday I was asleep by 1730 due to a migraine that started pounding after the third cigarette. The nausea was painful[1] but I managed to push through. I still felt ill when I awoke, but moving around made me feel much better! Cleaning was quite enjoyable, I’ve been drinking instant coffee with apple cider vinegar at the start of the day instead of milk… but later into the morning, I did have 270mL of whole milk with some turmeric, date syrup, lite salt, & of course.. a grand amount of instant coffee. It helped fuel my walk on over to the Amphitheater Bible Church on W Prince Road. I wore my favorite shirt, I Love a Parade, over a brown long sleeve, some H&M brand blue jeans with plenty of pockets… black cotton socks filled with zinc oxide below my beloved white converse; when the sun begun to hit my eyes, I threw on my black Oakland’s Own hat. I always feel like a poser when I wear that hat, since I didn’t grow up there… but hey… I did get my medicinal card at sixteen there. đ
The walk was quite enjoyable, I like the different energies I feel due to my appearance. I don’t mind it at all. I got to the church about 25 minutes earlyâI went into the shade, took off my cap (out of respect), placed it in my bag, dried a bit of sweat off with my sleeve, then I went right on through the door that I saw an older gentleman enter a moment before. I sat in the back & was immediately greeted by various older individuals wearing their Sunday’s best. I felt the most respect by men. The pastor, Tom, complimented me for my name… his wife, Dawn, appeared to have something wrong with her right arm. Oh there were so very many names thrown my way, I don’t think I could remember them all.. Cindy gave my shirt an odd look, it was generally only the females who blatantly took a gander of it, but then again… men should not be looking at a woman’s chest!
At some point, I went to dry myself off with tissues because I was soaked in sweat. It was about 31C when I went on this 20 minute journey over to this church, but it didn’t bother me… I brought 5 bottles of water. An older gentleman, who was dressed possibly the most dapper there, began to speak with me, he offered me a pamphlet, which I kindly handed back stating, “I have reactions to the ink,” which made him think a moment and respond with something like, “then the ink isn’t any good, is it?” I was able to follow the sermon fine without it… but those damned hymns… I don’t know how to follow along with those… I will pick it back up eventually. Everything seemed out of tune and confusing when we were singing those hymns. Anyhow, before I went back to sit down & be greeted by countless people, I asked if there was an earlier sermonâthere is notâhe tried telling me cross streets where I might locate them, that I cannot remember now… maybe I will find the early bird church next Sunday…
The whole church was buzzing with greetings! By the time it was 1100 (at least I think it was, I took a photo of the stage for Tale and put my phone on Do Not Disturb first thing) the pastor seemed a tad annoyed, we were making strong eye contact, he could not control the congregation! I thought it was amusing. All these old birds had their excuses… I loved it! I enjoyed praying independently. The pastor began praying for a man that kept having his surgery date pushed up. It was one woman’s fathers birthday, she did not know his age, but I gave that a couple of claps as I was once again, amused. We prayed for someone else. A very tanned blonde white woman entered, noticeably bugging out, she sat a couple feet away from me to the left. She was wearing swishy goon pants, her shirt was unfortunately showing her arms which is no good in that sun. She looked like she could be younger than me, but had been using too long while out in the desert sun. She raised her hand and had to insist on garnering attention, which bothered me… Her name was Jezemay, which Dawn responded, “DESEREE?” That’s my name! She aroused confusion within the pastor and the congregationâincluding me… I was confused… it was eventually cleared up, and she requested we pray for her to get housing, as well as for her son that was hit by a car, killed! He was still there though, trapped on the Earth, his soul wandering… he needed to be freed! His wife was also about to have several children. I don’t think we properly prayed for this woman.
Jezemay was easily aroused… acting strange… perverted… saying strange things… I just ignored it, did not give power to it. I offered her a water and she drank it all as I could hear her sip it throughout the sermon. I kept thinking about what I wanted to say to her at the end of the sermon…
“If you listen closely you could hear the Universe instead of the demons down below.“
“Look into my eyes, you will not forget them until you are free from the whispers.“
The sermon was really quite dry… he was getting into baptism, which obviously, I will never do. Not long after that, he requested offerings, but assured Jezemay & I that we did not have to give offerings because our presence was more than enough for him, or something of the sort… it bothered me, so I asked, “Are you saying it will be obligatory in the future?” I do not think he heard, or perhaps… he did not want to hear… one of the women who greeted me chuckled from about 8ft away & assured me with a, “No.” So we moved on from there. I did not want to repeat myself because I struggled to enunciate, “obligatory“.
At some point, someone, maybe it was the pastor, requested clarification regarding our names, which prompted me to be like, “my name is the same.. similar…” and she responded, “ALRIGHT!” & she proceeded to fist bump me & say, “You’re a virgin aren’t you? Yeah you are!”
“I have a child…” I said very matter of factly.
“So do I!” She said with enthusiasm, as if I did not hear the story of his wandering soul upon this Earth.
Throughout the sermon Jezemay kept being strange… saying sexual things… rubbing her ass & crotch on the stool. I had a whole rehearsal in my head of what I wanted to say to her.
My favorite part about the sermon was when the pastor requested we close our eyes and imagine Jesus next to us, putting his hand on our shoulder… knowing that he is real. Instead, I was imagining Lucifer on each side… chillin… clawful hands upon my shoulders.
“Imagine that he is looking into your eyes and you know that you are loved,” & then I see the Lucifer to my right look into my eyes with those dark red glowing eyes…
I felt very loved by Lucifer in these moments.
Jezemay was gone after the closed eye meditation. This disappointed me as I had really hoped to haunt her with my eyes…
There was a communion, which I expected as he kept saying those silly bible verses about it… I just don’t buy into That Part… The most well dressed gentleman in the congregation approached me when he noticed I was not partaking. I notified this lad, “I have various food allergies,” which he then respected. I began to prayâgetting on my knees, even! It was intense. I felt so much love through Lucifer. I kept praying, tears streaming down my face. I knew my mission. I knew that he would help me. It did not matter that the sermon was whack as Hell, I had HIM!!! I prove my devotion to him by going out in the open, being myself… proving to the world, that you CANNOT judge a book by its cover. I was nothing but friendly, honest, personable… they wished for me to come back. They wanted to see my face again. But I would not promise such a thing. I explained that I did not like how late the service was… that I had been up since 0400… Dawn told me to wake up later! No! That isn’t the point! But it’s okay. I explained to the most well dressed gentleman that I like to walk to church and that is why I enjoy an earlier service. The desert sun is mean… but I can push through.. I will not push for a lethargic service that presses upon baptism & the consumption of processed snacks that seek to imitate my dearly belovedcannibalism…
I set off on my walk home! I was in a grand mood after all I had experienced. A jolly good walk it was indeed… until I was crossing through the gas station parking lot, & over my rap music I could vaguely hear A Honking… but I did not believe I was in the way, there was enough space around me. But the honking was true. An older man who looked quite rough from what I could see, in a burgundy Cadillac (at least it appeared so) was honking at me! He proceed to call me a, “fucking bitch!” Which further amused me… so technically it did not interfere with my jolly good walk.
Passing the mechanic, I felt temptation to ask if they could use some kind of… apprentice… I wouldn’t even want money I’d just want to check things out… Baaah! I’ll do it another day when I’m strolling past! There is a Chinese restaurant right beside it, which I dislike, but I still tried to be friendly to an employee I saw dumping buckets into plants outside. I tried to be friendly with every single person that walked past me. I like walking down W Kind Rd, it’s an interesting neighborhood. A lot of whiskey bottles and shots strung about! Such a wonderful view of the mountains, I adore the plants I see all around. Once I was on N Stone Ave, I came across the same older black man I saw throwing rocks into bushes at a different bus stop on that street. We smiled at one another and I said, “God Bless you, it’s Sunday!” Just in case he was not aware of the day.
Once I hit the cafĂ©, I stopped by to tell the stationed barista that I hope he had a good day & that it continues to be good! Then I walked on off. I got to get off that caffeine… I couldn’t sleep the day they gave me a free Americano…
I made a lovely BLT salad once I arrived home. Lots of ginger and garlic. Flossed & brushed. Washed my face & reapplied sunscreen. Then I set off to the Loving Church on E Roger Rd. It was a real quick walk so I got there earlyâa woman pulling in notified me that it was great to see me there and how they serve food at the end of the service at 1600 (she said 4PM, of course). I said thank you. Walking towards the entrance, I noticed an emaciated man standing alongside a woman slumbering within a sleeping bag. I entered the Loving Church. There was a recreational room to my right that had a lot going on in it where I saw a fellow in a wheel chair, but I entered into the congregation where they had music playing. The very back row seats were off limits! Which is my favorite… but I respected the yellow signs denying me the privilege of back seat utilization. I found an empty row to sit since that is what I generally do. Nobody was particularly friendly toward me, which I liked. I wanted to take it all in.
Once the service started, I sang with my alto voice… despite all the different odours all around. It got rough at some points, and it felt like I was getting sick in the throat. But hey, I thought it’d do nothing but make me stronger akin to how I handled the back of BART, the stations, & bus stops throughout the Bay Area. I did not like this Christian music but I appreciated how it was easy to follow along to.
A Korean lady did the sermon. It was by far the most interesting one I had ever listened to, & it was under an hour long! I liked that the verses were on the TV screens in both English & Spanish… this lady kept on about verses that regarded circumcision. She said the Jewish people were stupid for fixating on it & scoffed at the idea of them being, “God’s chosen people,” I had never witnessed a sermon degrade the jews to this extent. I was greatly amused. I had to hold back laughter. Of course a Korean woman would be the one to pull this off. I have a feeling she does this to see if anyone is listening… or she really just do be hating the Jews extensively. Then it was time for communion, ahhh… AGAIN?!?! Okay, I can’t complain… it was a different church, after all. I think the man next to me abstained in solidarity because a fellow behind us tried catching his attention as if it was outside the norm for him to not do communion. Everyone sat & did it together. Then we sang another song, maybe it was two…
It was over. I picked up my empty water bottle, but could not locate a trashcan in the entryway nor out front, so I placed it into my bag (oh I should make sure I dispose of that) and was approached by someone from the church, “Why aren’t you eating dinner with us?”
“I have various food allergies,” I said very matter of factly.
“It’s pizza…”
“I cannot have gluten. Thank you.”
Then I set off.
The walk was pleasant. When I was on N 1st St, starting to approach E Limberlost Dr, an older man slowed down by me to excitedly do a light honk while smiling at me, teeth bare ear to ear! I’m sure that fellow liked to see my I Love a Parade shirt!
Once I got back to thee base I told REDACTED about what happened with the anti-Jewish sermon.
“That sounds like a good church,” he said sarcastically.
I kept giggling as I showered to get the smell of the Loving Church off me.
[1]: 120325: I was recovering from various parasitic worms I was treating with over the counter horsey medication