This calendar of semi-nude choristers of Portsmouth Cathedral (UK), on the hand, gives me the creeps.

You could have at least warned me about the content of the Calenderio Romano (specifically the hotness of the particular clergy chosen). Or is this something that everyone is in on but me?

Now the combination of hot and priest is seared onto my brain for the rest of the day. I feel kind of creepy.

I would look dashing though, and would be a good antidote to my innate anglo-Catholic sartorial leanings.

By the way, I used to own a pair of black Justin ropers, and did occasionally preach and do graveside services in them. (Under a big black gown, they look like a pair of oxfords.)

If you want to be a pioneer preacher, however, there are Universalists like George Rogers, Erasmus Munford, and the overmuch Quillen Shinn to emulate.

And a mennonite great coat–cuz they’re cool.

And black cowboy boots. Justin ropers, specifically, not those high-heeled jobbies that could put drag queens to shame.

Yeah, I wanna be a pioneer preacher, just like Sherlock Bristol.