Picasso was a tight-lipped diocesan priest with the world-weary manner of a debauched whore.  He was an early co-leader of the Gay-Lesbian Spirituality Group at Saint Anthony Shrine before I took over.  He was also a painter with a fondness for depicting the male form (PG-rated, of course), and he exhibited his paintings in Provincetown one summer.  When the Archdiocese found out about his hobbies on account of the work of some self-appointed Catholic Snitches, Picasso marched into the Chancery prepared to cite Michaelangelo to them.  The bishop merely requested that he de-link his personal painting website from that of his parish. Thus ended one potential tempest in a teapot.