Middle-School-Teacher-Action-Figure & The Sky Beard Cloud God

This morning, heading out of the house, I caught sight of myself in our hallway mirror — my checkered button up beneath a light grey hoodie, sleeves rolled, beads around my neck (my malas that I sometimes just tell my kids are my “fidget” because it’s easier than explaining my newfound “spiritual path”), bright red, well-made, shoes-but-not-quite-sneakers on my feet, a canvas Mrs. Dalloway bag slung over one shoulder.

I looked, to myself, like a Middle School Teacher Action Figure (gay edition). And I guess that’s exactly…