happy pride month all the angels in heaven are homosexual and trans and they have bizarre gay sex beyond our understanding
it’s the schism all over again
Anonymous asked:
how do you reconcile being religious and practicing religion with being queer? it’s something i’ve struggled with for a long time and i’m interested in hearing your perspective
religion is personal and no flesh and blood on earth can keep you from god, whatever or whoever god is to you. that's the beauty of spirituality; it exists both inside you and all around you. how is another human being going to police that? how could they even try to?
Octavio Paz, The Art of Poetry No. 42 (interviewed by Alfred Mac Adam)
[Text ID: “INTERVIEWER: Is this why the language of mysticism is so erotic?
PAZ: Yes, because lovers, which is what the mystics are, constitute the greatest image of communion. But even between lovers solitude is never completely abolished. Conversely, solitude is never absolute. We are always with someone, even if it is only our shadow. We are never one—we are always we. These extremes are the poles of human life.”]
Joan of Arc Listening to Her Voices, 1845, by François Rude (1784-1855)
Joan of Arc study
Last year, I led a small digitial “retreat/study” on Joan of Arc via my Kofi- while my Kofi is no longer running (difficult to keep on top of because of other work obligations), I thought that in honour of her feast day I would make it publicly available. All of the text and resources used are under the cut- you can do this at your own pace, with one topic per week, or any other way you like. It’s to generate personal reflection on gender and one’s relationship to God, and is designed to be completely non-denomination, meaning that while it does use Bible readings, even if you are not a Catholic or a Christian, it should be able to stimulate some thought and reflection without having a definite religious slant.
The topics covered are:
- Joan the Warrior
- Joan the Androgyne
- Joan the Prophet and Mystic
- Joan the Disciple
Below the cut you’ll find all of the readings and bonus content for each topic, and at the end are “notes,” a short informal essay consolidating what I’m hoping to share through this study. But I highly encourage you to do your own reflection, be it through journalling, prayer, mediation, or whatever form of self-reflection suits you best, and try to decide what the readings- and Joan herself- says to you.
Ultimately, I hope what you’ll discover through this “retreat” is that our gender identity makes us warriors, prophets, mystics, and disciples- that existing between the binaries imposed on us by patriarchy allows us to draw closer to the strange and wonderful place where God exists.
Not now kitten, mommy has to defend her schismatic positions before the papal council
God speaks in many tongues He won’t pick one. happy pentecost!
#pentecost service 5 years ago at the episcopal church i semi attended for a while remains among my favorite services i've gone to#i remember that church so fondly but unfortunately i did not actually live in the area i was just there for a month or so at a time#for a couple periods. weird time of my life#anyway its the best church day because of the birds
“God gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into its nest.”
— J. G. Holland
I just saw perhaps the coolest art installation I have ever heard of.
This is a perfectly normal pin. On the head of it are 2.417 quintillion angels, give or take a few billion.
Joe Davis and Sarah Khan, the artist behind Baitul Ma’mur, (House of Angels) encoded the Arabic phrase “Subhan Allah” onto synthesized DNA, and then used that DNA to coat the head of a pin. According to some traditions, any time Subhan Allah is said or written, it creates an angel. With DNA being as dense an information storage medium as it is, this single pin has more created angels on it than have ever been born from human throats across all of human history.
And then in a fucking genius move, the art installation takes the form of a functional vending machine, loaded with an impossibly large quantity of angels. For $25, which goes right to the artists, you can buy a pin. I’m thinking about taking mine out of the test tube sometime and encasing it in resin to turn it into the highest % angel by volume earring ever worn, but that’s a project for the future.
There isn’t much else I can say that isn’t said by the documentation accompanying the exhibit. The photos aren’t the BEST quality but they should hopefully be mostly legible.
As of right now this installation is located at the MIT Museum in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and if you’re ever in the area you should totally check it out
Paris - July 3rd, 2011
Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise.
“I want to write about God and suffering and how the trees endure what we don’t want—the long dead months before the appalling blossoms.”
—
Marie Howe, from Wanting A Child in “What The Living Do: Poems”
(via adrasteiax)
relevant: the other sheep (her parents) are named barbie and bravo (not my fault) and the owners of these sheep are middle aged WASPs so i can't be too funny
Oh, Christ, you are so very far away. Your hands are full of broken glass, And I am too small to measure your imperfect gifts.
I drink from your slender veins. You are falling water. I suck at your throat, Stroking the tender blossom of your hands.
Your wrists flower red, And I wrap you like an expensive garment. I am buried with you under the hill of olives. I sleep in your torn flesh, In the white garment of your humility.
Thomas James, “Wine” | Letters to a Stranger