badass southern succubus

Peter’s not coming, darling.
You can latch the window and take the white ribbons from your hair,
stop sleeping with socks on and packing going-away bags.
Whispering the names of the lost boys will not hasten them to you.
Clapping your hands is no enchantment.
There is magic, though, in lining your eyes,
and spells to be cast in sharpening your tongue.
Come to me, darling, and I’ll show you how queens carry themselves.
I will teach you how to wrangle womanhood and tame it into a lapdog,
to recognize pirates without their hooks and rapier them with words,
to say no to heartless boys who need mothering
and make peace with stern princesses and jealous faeries.
I will help hide away childhood in the gilded cage of your ribs,
where it may blossom and thrive in the wildest part of you.
Here you will never grow old, never die.
Here is your Neverland, laced through your heart like corset strings,
tied up tight into a ribbon no span of years can unravel.
—  “To Growing Girls Who Dream of Neverland” by S.T. Gibson

[Millennial Gospel: Mary Magdalene the Feminist] for an ongoing project co-created by shakespeareandpunk and sarahtaylorgibson

Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they’ll never make us equal.
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel.
So why ain’t the stealing of my rights made illegal?
They keep us underground working hard for the greedy,
But when it’s time pay they turn around and call us needy.

March to the streets ‘cause I’m willing and I’m able.
Categorize me, I defy every label.
And while you’re selling dope, we’re gonna keep selling hope.
We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope.
Will you be electric sheep?
Electric ladies, will you sleep?
Or will you preach? (x)

Mary keeps it fresh, keeps it sunnah, and keeps it punk rock. She wears matte-black hijabs, kills at slam poetry, and breaks from handing out pamphlets on intersectional feminism and its place in the Kingdom of God to perform salat. James and John hover protectively around her as she prostrates herself in midday prayer, and then they step back when she climbs up on her orange crate to unleash her message of radical love to the masses. Peter may be Yeshua’s right hand and Judas his ever-loyal foil, but Mary is as good as his sister. They say he cast seven demons out of her once; on the subway ride from downtown to the boroughs; but neither of them are telling. Either way, they are inseparable and she sits at his feet when he teaches in the street and stands ram-rod straight at his side during rallies. Mary has a spirit bountiful in compassion, a hunger for holiness, and a heart the bleeds for the downtrodden and the apostles love her for it. They need her maternal warmth and biting wit and ability to chastise Yeshua out of those withdrawn moody spells he gets himself into. She is their strength; painting her nails with halal polish at dinner and bringing home skinny crustpunks for bread and blessings. And no one would dare speak a word against her…Well, Peter did once; hissing something in a jealous moment about her treacherous femininity and untrustworthy religion. Yeshua may have spent the next two days in penitence but that didn’t stop him from giving Peter a black eye. Mary laughed when she heard about it, bought them a round of beers and insisted that Yeshua stop punishing himself. “Everybody gets heated sometimes,” she said. “Even prophet boys with slow tempers. Maybe that’s why I’m here. To remind you that it’s alright to be human sometimes.’

anonymous asked:

so i rly love the millennial gospel project and it makes me want to know more about like religious things. where should i start? i know reading the bible would be a good place but it seems super overwhelming and i don't go to church so any advice would be super helpful!

Oh wow, what an awesome huge question! Well if Millennial Gospel is your starting point I’m assuming by religion you mean Christianity? That’s awesome! It’s a really cool field of study and a really rewarding, fulfilling faith, in my opinion.

The Bible is obviously overwhelming, but if you wanted to go to the source texts I would suggest reading one of the Gospels (John and Luke are my favorites but they’re all great in their own ways). The four gospels tell the story of Jesus’s ministries, miracles, personal life, murder and resurrection, written by people who were witnesses and participants. They’re a really awesome place to dig in and get a feel for who this guy is; how he loves people and the way he walks in the world and what he had to share with his followers. 

Other Biblical books that are good for beginners are Psalms (poems and songs written by King David and others about the joys and trials of living a life focused around God) and Genesis (where the forebears of Judeo/Christianity and most of our big myths live). But yeah, the bible is a awesome, intricate book that is so enriching and enjoyable to read, but if you’re interested in reading it in earnest you way want to reach out to someone in your life (you may even have to seek someone out) well acquainted with the bible. Reading through the bible is a learned skill that needs to be cultivated, and it can take some guidance getting started.

C.S. Lewis is the man when it comes to talking about who the Christian God is and what a Christian life looks like. Mere Christianity would be a great supplement to any bible reading you may consider, as Lewis writes with directness, logic, and love  and does it in a pretty accessible way. Also, if you like your fiction a little diabolical, his Screwtape Letters is a series of letters written between demons trying to ruin this Joe Schmos life, and its great for introducing you to the ideas of sin, temptation, and forgiveness.

Like allegory? The Singer by Calvin Miller is one of my favorites. It’s a fantastical sort of retelling of Jesus as a wandering Singer whose healing cosmic Song will not be silenced, and how he affected the people he meets along the way. It’s written simply, succinctly, and beautifully, and most editions have some gorgeous illustrations.

I know you said you don’t go to church, but if you’re willing to explore a little I would suggest poking around in your area and trying to find some places of worship that encourage questioning and welcome nonbelievers or those new in the faith (which is a mark of a Godly church). Talk to more than one person and see what resources they have to give you or stories they have to share with you. Pastors in particular are usually tickled pink when you swing by during office hours with questioning, concerns, or curiosities.

Lastly, and this may seem pretty far fetched to you because I don’t know if your interest in this is more scholarly or personal; but start to get comfortable with the idea of talking to God and bringing your questions and concerns to him. He never stops listening or understanding or seeking to know and cultivate your heart, so try to become aware of His (or Her, if that makes you more comfortable) presence and open yourself up to His influence in study and prayer.

Lastly, I’m going to tag dear sweet Alice (shakespeareandpunk) in this and hopefully she’ll have some more things to add. She’s a marvelous, scholar, questioner, and woman of faith and can probably give you more concrete answers than I can. In short, baby steps! Don’t pressure yourself and allow anything that happens to your heart of mind be organic. I’m going to keep you in my prayers and if you have any more questions (or want to give me your name so I can pray for you off anon :D) that would be delightful. Good luck in your search!

shakespeareandpunk said:saint augustine as a twenty-something hipster christian boy is all i see now


Augustine as that neo-traditionalist boy with hornrimmed glasses, a curled mustache, and like twenty pairs of super skinny suspenders who takes vigorous critical notes in the front pew of your local non-denominational every Sunday. He’s probably has had his radical treatises on biblical sexuality and original sin published in some breakaway Protestant journal of theology, which is so mainstream, ugh, it was a necessary evil to get his ideas circulating. After his night class he wanders through the university quad smoking his old man’s pipe and conversing with God who comes to him with the voice of a child on the breath of the wind.

Sounds good. 

You could even say it sounds pretty….



To Alice, God-haunted southern succubus, Winchester-approved demon huntress, hard femme saint of the gang of righteous punk, unorthodox acolyte of the Most High, and birthday girl. Raise a glass to a flesh-and-blood queen of literary scholarship, light ‘em if you’ve got 'em for the patriarchy-smashing voice crying out for equal representation in the wilderness. Here’s to you, sweet thing, dear darling Alice, light of my virtual life, on your (day-after) birthday. May the year to come be full of love, good wholesome things, spiritual revelation, personal discovery, and punk. Tons of it. Like, seven punk. I love you darling. Here’s to you.