What I know about knowing and being known
Apparently there’s something in the water out here in Chicago’s western suburbs, where Katherine Willis Pershey and I both serve as pastors in the UCC. Or maybe it was our mid-nineties Midwestern adolescence, when we were both experiencing the embraces of young men, years before we both married wonderful men, men who now enjoy a fierce fantasy football rivalry.
Katherine and I have both written extensively about our marriages. Like her, I’ve been married for more than a decade—and as with her, my beloved spouse was neither my first love nor my first sexual partner. That’s kind of a crazy thing to say in public, for clergywomen like us, but our candor serves a purpose: we reflect on our most intimate relationships and experiences in order to offer insight to others.
Yet our experiences are different—and so are our insights. The sex Katherine had before marriage mostly left her awash in shame. I mostly had fun.
