Sex & The Single Vicar

Tales of Ecclesiastical Dating

Hatch. Match. Dispatch. Twenty-two years, I have been in the baptizing, marrying, and burying business. Ordained an Episcopal priest in 1994, I have long lost count of how many people I have sprinkled, laid to rest, or joined in Holy Matrimony. It is a rare privilege to be with people at such junctures – both …

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1963. Open my wardrobe and what do you see? Brown courdouroy smocked dress and white puffy blouse. Navy blue polka dot shift and  striped Danskins.  Parochial school uniform and Peter Pan collars.  Mary Janes, saddle shoes, and Keds. 1973. Open my wardrobe and what do you see? Peasant dresses, halter tops, and army jacket. Denim …

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“On December 5, 1900, the New York Herald headlines screamed:”   “CHANLER ESCAPES Amelie Rives First Husband IS OUT OF ASYLUM Search Fails to Find Wealthy Demented Man Who Left Bloomingdale Institution… Former Wife, Princess Troubetzkoy, Also Insane.” This is the dark and delicious tale of doomed passion: meticulously researched and wonderfully told in Archie and …

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First date advice from DCSingles: Dress up. Keep it short. Don’t talk about politics, religion, or your ex. Hmmm…not talking about politics is a bit of a challenge especially when you live inside the Beltway. And not talking about it in this Trumpian election cycle seems really hard. A political  junkie, with seven news apps …

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Sorry to disappoint but S&TSV is not about “kiss and tell”. Hopefully you will find it wickedly funny, brutally honest, but not indiscreet. And well, so far there has been no kissing so there is no need for telling. But I have been practicing. No, I have not been practicing kissing myself in the mirror! …

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Professional cuddling. No, I did not make this up. Yes, this is a real thing. How do I know? No, not from personal experience. I know because I read it in the June 19th New York Times: Pillow Talk with a Professional Cuddler. Besides dog walker, barista, and bookshop clerk, this apparently is the latest …

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  Once upon a time, the very first fireworks were concocted in a cooking pot: cooked up by a Chinese cook in her kitchen. At least, so the legend goes. Apparently the combustible ingredients were right there in her spice cabinet: saltpeter, charcoal, sulfur and a dash of who knows what. A happy and dangerous …

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