The original motivation for my investigation was plain hypocrisy-busting. The binder prompted my own investigation, the fruits of which may be found here, along with sizable excerpts from the binder itself. He disappeared into his bedroom and returned with a big black binder entitled "Miami Vice: A Preliminary Report on the Financial, Spiritual, and Sexual Improprieties of the Clergy of the Miami Archdiocese," compiled by a group of pissed-off Catholics called Christifidelis, which corroborated a great deal of what I'd heard in the bar. Francis had spent time on the religious corruption beat, and thought my story sounded familiar.
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Nobody's going to say anything."īut people had said things, as I learned the next week when I recounted my barroom encounter at the home of a friend, the journalist Thomas Francis. "You'll never get a story out of this, if that's what you're looking for. There was a new Archbishop in town, a joyless stick-in-the-mud het named Thomas Wenski, who didn't much care for the gays. "The party's over," he said, chugging his gin. The young man told us extraordinary tales: sex-and-ecstasy parties in Miami rectories, swinging priestly bachelor pads purchased with illicit cash, embezzlement schemes, S&M, and blowjobs-for-promotions. "Everyone in the Archdiocese is gay," he said. He, too, worked at a local Catholic school, and he laughed at our confusion. He was a young man, thoroughly sauced in the grand Catholic tradition. Penn and I invited a member of Father John's entourage to our table to explain himself. How was it, I wondered, that the very same institution that so mangled my adolescence was now subsidizing Father John's drinking at an establishment where men occasionally exchange blowjobs in the parking lot? I was a product of the Catholic parochial educational system, and like many such products, I'd spent a good chunk of my early life combating the notion that the Inventor of The Universe was angrily monitoring the use to which I put my genitals. (That's him in the photo above, hanging out at the Stonewall Street Festival in Wilton Manors last month.) We were flummoxed when a bartender told of us his presence.
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His name was "Father John," and he worked at a famous Catholic high school in nearby Fort Lauderdale. Read: The Catholic Church's Secret Gay Cabal It's not the kind of place into which heterosexuals wander by mistake. The bar was Sidelines a sporty little place on the gayest street in Wilton Manors, Fla., which is maybe the gayest little town in America. I first heard about the sodomy endemic in the Catholic Archdiocese of Miami last November, when I was drinking at a gay bar with my boyfriend, the journalist Penn Bullock. Favalora is a sallow old man who looks like the corpse of Dom DeLuise. Thorp explains how his investigation into the "lavender mob" running the Catholic Archdiocese of Miami - published here earlier today -came to be, and why the existence of a lively and hidden gay subculture within an institution devoted in part to demonizing homosexuals is an untenable and corrosive hypocrisy.