Forgive me, Father, for I have served a look
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Forgive me, Father, for I have served a look
"I once again pushed the boundaries of formalwear physics this month. Limb placement is a lowkey suggestion in a ballgown - and what better place to test minor acrobatic miracles than at Grace Cathedral? It was the annual Carnivale gala, otherwise known as San Francisco's most glamorous reason to get drunk in a church. I sat for dinner on March 4th among a cohort that felt immediately familiar; Not in the we grew up together way, but in the we survived another year in journalism way. We traded hot takes on uppity columnists, great parties, and how to write about rich people without getting blacklisted."
"I also met Rev. Miguel Bustos, a gay Archdeacon who told me Grace Cathedral held funerals in the AIDS crisis when other churches turned them away. It turns out they held up to 35 funerals a week - a week. "Church shouldn't just be a place for solemn religious events - it's a place for community to break bread together," Bustos said."
Grace Cathedral's annual Carnivale took place March 4, combining fundraising, glamour, and photobooth fun. Attendees included journalists sharing camaraderie and gossip, bonding over career pressures and social life. The event fostered lasting connections across diverse spiritual backgrounds and offered welcoming community space. Guests organized informal meetups and celebrated friendships. Rev. Miguel Bustos recounted the cathedral's role during the AIDS crisis, hosting numerous funerals when other churches refused. The cathedral emphasized community meals and inclusivity, reinforcing San Francisco's tradition of mutual support among marginalized communities during crises. Elaborate formalwear and playful revelry contrasted with reverent history, and many attendees lingered after the music to continue conversations.
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