I remember when I was in college, just coming out. I heard about this site called “Tumblr”. No one I knew was really on it.
Being from Ohio, I only knew black lesbians who were stud or fem. masculine or feminine. There was no in between; or beyond the binary. I myself struggled with the fact that I was always considered a “tomboy” but existed in all my fem and masculine ways. See my body curved at the hips and my thighs were thick. Yet my presence was strong and I had an affinity for masculine and feminine aesthetics.
Tumblr helped me see people of color who were queer, trans*, non binary, and everything we decided to create.
Tumblr helped me accept myself in all my black lesbian, same gender loving, androgynous, moc ways. And it’s also gave me room to grow + change. Tumblr gave me the access points to see people who played with gender in ways I had never imagined.
So I just spent some time looking back and re-blogging my old posts.
Y'all are my family. Out of all the online spaces, I feel safest here.
For all my baby QTPOC’s:
I love y'all and I hope tumblr allows you the space to be beautiful and broken and lost and affirmed. I hope it allows you the space to be all
of you and feel you have community. Even if you’re living in Ohio, or a suburban city, or a black ass city that doesn’t allow for gender/sexual fluidity.
If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse, and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.
it is right there, in this text you hold sacred, in this book you call “good”.
the vision is a beautiful one, full of mystery and paradox and peace: the wolf and the lamb, the leopard and kid, the calf, the lion, the fatling, the cow and bear and all their children, playing, living, together, led by a child.
“how beautiful!” you say, and paint paintings and sing songs and celebrate this vision
and it is beautiful. it is also unnatural.
these instinctive relationships these clearly established hierarchies these unshakable binaries: predator, prey, built into DNA, built into the natural order, set aside for a higher purpose– peace.
and you call us unnatural. you spit that word at us as an insult. we, who redefine relationships and challenge hierarchies and break binaries – and so you come to our holy places to hurt and destroy us
because you cannot see: your vision of peace is queer.
– A piece by my friend Slats in their Queering Lent series
Nobody looks good in ashes. So, isn’t
it time to get rid of the tradition of smudging foreheads with them?
Isn’t there a neater way to start the Season of Lent?
Well, truth be told, people like the
Ash Wednesday ritual. There’s something solemn and sobering and
pleasantly chilling about getting marked with ashes as you hear the
words, “Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return.”
But beyond the drama of it, this ritual
reminds us of what’s important and what isn’t. What lasts and what
just turns to dust.
During Lent we remember such things.
While we’re sitting at a red light,
with our blood pressure soaring, we remember down-deep patience is
important. Getting someplace one minute sooner isn’t.
When our minds are bombarded with
judgments about our co-worker’s outfit or political affiliations, we
remember compassion is important. Being right isn’t.
When resentment makes us want to lash
out or take our marbles and go home, we remember why we are doing
whatever we’re doing. Out of gratitude for what we have. As a way
to serve. Not to be thanked or validated.
Some things matter. Some things do
not. What matters is life giving. What doesn’t, turns to dust.
For forty days of Lent, Christians
remember this. We open ourselves to a transformed consciousness. As
followers of the Way of Jesus, we share his power of facing any
cross, even death itself. Because we know what is important never
turns to dust.
[writing about the healing in Matthew 8] What is intriguing about this story is the sequence. Jesus touches the leper first. Then the command “Be clean!” is offered. That is, Jesus’ first move is into ritual defilement. By first touching the leper, Jesus intentionally and willfully seeks contamination, standing in solidarity with the unclean. This is striking because the expected sequence would be the initial purification followed by contact. Jesus, surprisingly for the onlookers, does the opposite. Contact occurs first. Purification follows solidarity. And one can only wonder how various Christian communities approach this sequence in their own missional endeavors.
I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?’ And whenever the answer has been 'No’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
If you feel uncomfortable attending church today or any day that does not make you a bad Christian! It can be difficult when your place of worship is unaffirming! Try finding ways to worship from home!