With the announcement that the Trump administration is banning the barbarous practice of transitioning children, I thought I would share another excerpt from my novel The Insurrectionist, out now from Freedom Letters press. Here, my journalist protagonist Ian Landquart, who has inadvertently ensnared his own daughter in an FBI probe of J6ers, attempts to repent at St. Origen’s Methodist Church in Chicago, where he meets the genderfluid Pastor Theo Wooster, AKA Sister Sparkle.
Above, X’s Grok tries valiantly to render Sister Sparkle based on my description below. Close, my digital friend, very close.
It had been years since he had prayed, not since his choirboy youth, before he rebelled against his parents’ religiosity. They’d been High Church Anglicans, all in for the smells and bells. He felt about under the pew ahead but found no kneeling rail. Should he cross himself?
He tried to remember the confession. We acknowledge and bewail our manifold sins and wickedness … provoking most justly Thy wrath and indignation.
Wrath and indignation.
“Ian, you shithead,” he murmured.
A hand with Crayola-blue nails rested gently on his shoulder, and he started. Looming over him was a busty, female-presenting individual in clown-white pancake makeup and a flamboyant outfit.
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