About Me

MeRoy-Gene (Aidan) is a writer, Christ-admirer, social and political progressive, bleeding-heart liberal, unapologetic tree-hugger, nascent world-traveler, former junior high Student Council presidential candidate, occasional hipster, sometime rabble-rouser, recovering cynic, frequent potty-mouth, disaffected country boy, flannel aficionado, aspiring coffee and beer connoisseur, and flagrant dreamer–but not in that order–as well as a 2012 graduate of Oral Roberts University in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Not that it matters, but he also happens to be gay. He likes his brews strong, his conversations deep, and there are only two things he truly detests in life: people who take pride in their ignorance and dark chocolate… and wearing socks in bed. Okay, so, three things.

He was catechized as “Aidan”–for St. Aidan of Lindisfarne–on July 22, 2012, at Holy Apostles Orthodox Christian Church in Tulsa, Oklahoma. While he isn’t quite sure where he stands on matters of religion at present, he hopes for an eventual membership within a fulfilling and affirming community of faith. Since February of 2013, he has been a resident of Daegu, South Korea, and a teacher of English as a second language, a profession he plans to pursue for at least the foreseeable future. He’s exploring the possibility of joining the United States Foreign Service in a few years and hopes to spend his life doing what he can to show the world that America is, in fact, not full of ignorant, culturally-superior, gun-toting, self-infatuated fools but that those are just the ones we put on television–or occasionally elect president. Ultimately, he just wants to move to the Pacific Northwest, build himself a house out of mud, grow his food in a picturesque little garden, and open a quirky coffee shop/pub that’s really obscure and that you’ve probably never heard of. Finally, because he knows you’re wondering, yes, he did write this himself in the third person. Deal with it.

About Roygeneable

Hi. I’m Roy-Gene. I write shit.

Of course, that’s not to say what I write is shit, but I do write a lot. It’s what I do and I do it because I love it. I guess I can really only hope what I write isn’t shit in the literal sense. Anyway, before I get the chance to really offend you, let me say this: I’m glad you dropped by. It means a lot to me for people to read what I have to say, whether they agree with it or not.

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In simplest terms, my “goal in writing” (if it’s even even wise to have such a thing) is to make people think–to make people think about what they believe, about what they say, and about what they do. I’ll go out on a limb and say that in the potluck of problems the world faces, the biggest dish is ignorance. Not illiteracy, ignorance, which I define as “belligerent illiteracy.” Oh, and add to that a maddening predisposition for people to just follow the herd of humanity. With any luck, I will at some point write something that pisses you off. At the very least, it means I’ve forced you to form your own opinion (or at least one different than mine).

I want the things I write to be funny, provocative, interesting, eye-opening, or maybe even inspiring (or any combination thereof) and it should be noted that I never say anything I don’t believe is right when I say it. That said, I do reserve the right to grow in wisdom, rethink my opinion, and reach a better conclusion if need be. And yes, since I’m not running for President of the United States, I’m allowed to do that. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching infomercial hosts, politicians, and televangelists, it would be that it’s far better to be heard because you say meaningful things and not simply because you have the loudest voice in the room.

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ANNALS of FAITH: When It’s Nothing But a Heap of Stones

RuinsThere’s an image to which I can’t help but return. It’s one I’ve written about at least twice in the past year and it continues to be something I often contemplate. It’s an image of ruins, and I’m standing in the midst of them. Even so, to say that the ruins represent my life would be a gross exaggeration and wholly inaccurate. My life is demonstrably not in ruins. Quite the contrary, in fact: I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, and that’s not an exaggeration. In the time that has passed since I came to this country, I’ve built a life for myself according to specifications and desires all my own and, in some ways, it feels like I’ve finally started living. The picture of ruins that often comes to mind represents life before February 25, 2013, the day when my plane first set down in the Republic of Korea, one year ago this week. When I got on the plane in Dallas, I didn’t leave behind a life I ever hope to resume and that sentiment only strengthens with time.

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