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Yule Be in My Heart
Yule Be in My Heart
Yule Be in My Heart
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As a homosexual Pagan, Ethan is the ultimate odd-man-out in his Presbyterian family. While his parents and siblings are supportive enough, his other relatives all but despise him and his lifestyle.

Years after starting again in a new state with his boyfriend Caleb, Ethan is invited back home to spend the holidays with his family. Knowing this could end in disaster, but hoping for a new beginning, Ethan and Caleb accept the invitation. Things get off to a rough start, but nothing prepares them for the fiasco at Christmas dinner ...
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PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateDec 1, 2013
ISBN9781611525274
Yule Be in My Heart
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Feral Sephrian

Feral Sephrian is a self-described genderqueer liberal feminist independent open-minded autistic vegan Pagan furry who enjoys telling stories with diverse characters and cultures, especially ones that involve in-depth research. No minority is too small for representation. No majority is too large to be infallible.

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    Yule Be in My Heart - Feral Sephrian

    Yule Be in My Heart

    By Feral Sephrian

    Published by JMS Books LLC

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    Copyright 2013 Feral Sephrian

    ISBN 9781611525274

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Published in the United States of America.

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    Yule Be in My Heart

    By Feral Sephrian

    To say that I was the black sheep of the family insinuates that I was at least similar to the rest. I was more of the white goat in the sheep flock. My parents, siblings, aunts, uncle, and everyone else at my private school, were Presbyterian. That’s my mom’s side of the family anyway. My dad was born to Irish Catholic parents, and only converted to Presbyterianism to please my mom’s family.

    I, however, wound up Pagan. I guess the catalyst for my conversion was when I found Brigit, or perhaps she found me; it’s hard to tell with the Gods sometimes. While looking into my Irish heritage, I came across the story of Saint Brigit, who was based on the Celtic Goddess. The more I read about her and the Tuatha Dé Danann, the Gaelic Celtic pantheon, the more I thought they made better sense than anything my Bible-thumping teachers had taught me.

    My family had mixed reactions when I told them. Mom simply said, Don’t worry, Ethan. I know this phase. I was Buddhist when I was your age! My aunt Dorothy scoffed at me for believing in outdated superstitious nonsense. My dad shrugged it off and told me he didn’t care much what I did, so long as I stuck to his philosophy of Be good, do well; Be well, do good. My mom’s brother Jack congratulated me on thinking for myself.

    My aunt Marie, however, almost completely flipped her lid. She shouted at me for an hour about how I was turning my back on God and dooming myself to Hell and harming my immortal soul. Mom didn’t want to antagonize her sister and Dad considered Marie too stubborn to argue with, but at least I had Uncle Jack. If I was the white goat, Jack was the grey ram; he didn’t see the world in absolutes, but he was strong in his conviction that everyone had the right to an opinion.

    Paganism wasn’t my only problem. After I got my acceptance letter to Reed College, my dad and I were joking around about all the trouble I was sure to get up to there. He said, I don’t care how much you drink or smoke or do pot, so long as you don’t come back gay. My heart shattered. My parents were both fairly liberal compared to the rest of the family, but I had been terrified to come out to them. I had planned to tell them right before I went away to college so they could have some distance and time to get used to it. Now I didn’t know what I was going to do.

    Eliza, my older sister, found me crying in my room that night. She was the most laid back and open-minded person I knew, even more so than my older brother Ryan, who was far from a bigot, but who still followed in my parents’ traditional footsteps. I ended up breaking down and telling her

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