misc: idek

On what has a "place" in religion

With everything going on recently with police brutality and racism all the way down to the white washing in Exodus, we’ve seen a lot of discussion about race and racism within the Kemetic community over the past 6 months. Every time race is mentioned, I see a lot of “omg race has no place in religion. gods don’t see race. you’re just pushing politics”.

And while I’ve said it before, I want to say it again.

Anything that effects the lives of the adherents of the religion- whether it be race, gender, sexual orientation, disability, w.t.f.ever- has a place in said religion, and should be discussed by members of said religion.

A religion is nothing without its adherents. And if the adherents of said religion don’t feel safe because members make them feel unsafe (such as members being racist) and end up pushing members away- guess what, that is now a part of your religious community. Given enough time, this will become a solid part of your religion (don’t believe me? ask some of the Heathens that hang around here, they’ll tell you what racists and sexists do to a religious community).

You can not compartmentalize this stuff. You can’t. You shouldn’t. And if you want your religious community to be strong, you need to address this stuff.

When you say that discussion about racial dynamics (or anything similar to this) has no place in your religion, you’re basically saying you don’t care about PoC feeling welcome or safe in your religion, and that they aren’t welcome in your religious community.

Race is a part of our religious community (and therefore religion) because our society pays attn to skin color. We don’t live amongst color blind gods, people. We live amongst humans with biases. Sexual orientation is a part of our religious community (and therefore religion) because our society has rules about what is acceptable and what isn’t. Gods may not care about who you love, but your boss and parents and neighbors (or forum moderators) might. Disability is a part of our religious community (and therefore religion) because our society ignores and erases disabled people. Gods may be willing to work around disabilities, but our society sure a shit isn’t.

These types of things effect the members of our religious community and therefore has a place in our religion. When you say these things have no place, you are shitting on members of our religious community (and therefore religion) and saying that their voices don’t matter. 

Those voices do matter. These topics do matter. These topics deserve to be discussed right along side of Min’s big boner and Thoth’s butt (if not even more so than boners and butts).

These topics are a part of our religion. They deserve a place at our religious table. And if you think they don’t, I urge you to seriously examine why you think they aren’t important. You may find it to be an enlightening exercise.

This has been a thing.

Prompt: Asked a random stranger for help selecting a greeting card AU

season’s greetings

It’s nearing a quarter to eight when Clarke pulls into the drugstore parking lot, the air outside too cold for comfort as she turns off her car and reaches for her scarf. Not only is it almost eight o'clock but it’s also Christmas Eve and she’s shocked (and oh so thankful) that she managed to find a place open this late at all.

Her mother is a stickler for punctuality but today is the type of day where everything that could go wrong has indeed went wrong and Clarke is now more than thirty minutes late to her mother’s annual Christmas Eve party.

She pushes through the door of the drugstore, the chiming sound welcoming and familiar as her body shudders instantly, reacting to the drastic change from cold to warm as her eyes search the hanging signs above each aisle until she finds the one she wants.

“We close in ten minutes.” A teenage boy is behind the counter, thick black glasses pushed up onto his nose, and she smiles tightly and nods as she hurries to the greeting card section.

Clarke doesn’t see anyone in any of the aisles until she reaches her destination and it’s there that she sees someone standing in front of the Christmas card selection. He’s currently holding a card in each hand and frowning at them both, a dark grey beanie perched on his head and a matching scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

He looks up when she makes her way over to the section he’s currently residing in and gives her a smile that clearly means welcome to the club. She laughs softly and returns the gesture before her eyes start scanning the vast selection of holiday greeting cards.

“Christmas party?” He asks as she reads over a card that exceeds record levels of corniness and she snickers as she looks back to him.

“Yeah, my mother’s.” She gestures to the cards in his hands. “You?”

He nods. “Yeah, my sister’s.” He frowns down at the cards again before placing them both back onto the rack. “I’m Bellamy,” he says as he holds out his hand and Clarke smiles as she shakes it.

“Clarke.”

They search the cards side by side in comfortable silence for a minute until a voice over the loud speaker announces that they have less than five minutes before the store closes.

“Shit,” Clarke mumbles under her breath and Bellamy chuckles.

“What would you say if I told you that I have a proposition for you, Clarke?”

He’s grinning when she looks up at him and her cheeks heat up as she shrugs. “Depends on what that proposition entails.”

“Well,” he says as he grabs a particularly shiny card off of the rack. “What if I chose a card for you to take to your mother’s party and you chose a card for me to take to my sister’s? First card you see, no exchanges.”

“Two minutes until closing!”

Clarke rolls her eyes at the voice and Bellamy grins as he holds up the shiny greeting card again.

“What do you say?”

“Deal,” she says as she scans the shelf quickly and picks up a red and green card and the matching envelope. “But we should probably get out  of here before the kid behind the counter locks us inside for the night.”

Bellamy’s eyes are flashing as she hands the card to him. “I could think of worse things.”

She’s blushing again when she takes the card that he hands her. “Come on,” she says with a quiet laugh as she heads up to the front counter.

“You two cut it pretty close,” the cashier says and Clarke snickers when Bellamy rolls his eyes. “Are you together?”

Clarke stumbles a little as she shakes her head and reaches for her wallet. “No, it’s…”

“Yeah,” Bellamy says as he takes the card from her hand. “We’re together.” He throws her a wink as he pays for both cards and she wonders if it’s possible to spontaneously combust from blushing too much.

He thanks the cashier when he hands him the bag and they leave the store together, the grumpy teenager grumbling as he follows to lock the door behind them.

“That kid is obviously not happy about working Christmas Eve,” Bellamy laughs as he reaches into the bag for Clarke’s card. “Here you go,” he says with an easy smile and Clarke thanks him as she takes it from him.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” she says and he waves it away with his hand.

“You did me a favor by picking out that card, it was the least I could do.” He motions towards a white pickup truck parked two spots down from her car. “That’s me. I should probably go before my baby sister locks me out of her house. Merry Christmas, Clarke.”

“Merry Christmas, Bellamy. And thanks again,” she says and he gives her a small wave as he heads towards his truck.

She only hesitates for a second before she’s calling his name and he’s grinning when he turns around.

“I’m already late,” she says as she walks towards him. “I don’t know about your sister but I think my mom could wait a little longer. Do you wanna grab some coffee?”

He’s nodding before she even finishes her sentence and it makes her smile. “Know any place that’s open on Christmas Eve?”

Her apartment is less than five minutes away and a sly grin crosses her face as she nods.

“I can think of one place. Follow me.”

They end up missing both parties, promising to make it up to their respective family members in the process, and at midnight they exchange the cards that they bought together.

“I love it,” Clarke laughs as she opens the red and green greeting card to see Bellamy’s number written inside. He laughs when he opens his shiny card to see her number scrawled across the bottom.

“Me too.”

Her heart races when he leans across the couch to brush his lips softly against hers, their coffee cups resting on their knees between them.

“Merry Christmas, Clarke.”

“Merry Christmas, Bellamy.”