#FaithfullyLGBT

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

In light of the latest Vatican document* wrapping queerphobia up in “loving” language, I want to remind all my fellow queer & trans Catholics (and Catholic-adjacent folks) that no human words can erase our sacred truth. We are beloved by the God who delights in diversity and calls us good.

If you need some reassurance or resources, wander through my #queer and Catholic tag.

*please be kind to yourself; you don't need to read the document. It's all the usual harmful stuff. If you have read it or know what's in it: I'm sending you so much love.

[a-queer-seminarian]

More Light Presbyterians, a queer advocacy group for the PCUSA denomination, is holding a virtual Pride service on Sunday, June 9th! Come if you can — I and two other queer folks will be preaching short sermons, Flamy will be leading us in song, and I can guarantee it'll be a fabulous time.

Message me for the Zoom registration link!

[trans-bread-of-life]

Happy Easter and happy Trans Day of Visibility!

On this day we celebrate the beauty, resiliency, and strength of the trans community, and we celebrate the fact that the grave could not contain the Son of God.

This year more than ever, the trans community is in need of hope. With visibility comes retaliation; and we are fighting against a wave of anti-trans governmental policies across the world.

The photo was taken last night at the Great Vigil of Easter. At the Great Vigil, we light a fire to symbolize the hope of the Resurrection, and each of us sits in the dark with candles, listening to stories of hope as we wait for the moment when we can proclaim Christ’s resurrection.

I chose to use this photo to talk about the Trans Day of Visibility because we in the trans community are sitting in the dark with glimmers of hope in our hands, waiting, hoping, praying (and working) for a day when our basic human rights are no longer under attack. We are waiting for a day when all members of our community can use public bathrooms, receive medical care, have equal access to housing and employment, and so much more.

But I think the joyful dawning of Easter morning has something to say to us, too. Jesus, God’s only Son, chose to take on human flesh and live in solidarity with humanity. Just as we face political violence, so did Jesus. He was publicly executed as a political dissident, a threat to the power of empire. But even death itself could not conquer him. He rose from the grave, his body bearing the scars of the hell that could not hold him, redeeming the human condition from the hatred and cruelty, even from death itself.

In light of Jesus’ resurrection, we can rejoice that the violence against the trans community will not have the final word. Jesus rose again and is seated above all powers and governments of this world. We can (and must) stand up against state violence because God‘s love is stronger than violence, hatred, strife, and even death itself.

[createdgay]

[sidebsapphic]

hey!! you can call me veronica. 24, she/her prns.

nondenominational Christian (raised baptist), side b sapphic (specifically bisexual), & lover of silly things, like cartoons and anime.

mourning over my hero academia…

anyways, i had a side b blog years ago, but i took it down. no big controversy or hate train or anything. i think i wasn’t “serious” abt dedicating every part of myself to God. i still cling to manmade identities and escapist relationships.

anyways, i’d love to get to know more side b Christians, and Christians in general <3 since my last blog (sidebchristian) i’ve grown a lot in my local church community irl, and i want to be part of a Christian community online as well.

God is good, you are loved beyond measure, and Jesus Christ thinks you’re to die for. 💌

[briefblueseason]

what about pray for more gay

[faithfullyfem]

Self-love says, “I deserve to live in wholeness because I’m already whole.” When you love someone like you love yourself, you believe them when they tell you they’re whole, too. Love says, “You belong deeply to yourself, and I’ll honor that.” Love affirms love.

[fratresdei]

*marriage material*

[earlsings]

✝️❤️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ God delights in you. 💜 [Image Descriptions: Graphic with a pink and yellow gradient background with the above statement in white text centered. Certain letters are replaced with colorful shapes and there is a wavy line on the left side of the text.] #faithfullylgbt#lgbt#christian#gay#gaychristian#queer#queerchristian#trans#transchristian#lgbtq#transgender#nonbinary#qchristian#qchristianfellowship#gaychristiannetwork#gaychristiannet#gcnconf#positivelgbt #lgbtchristian#lgbtchristians Reposted from @qchristianorg https://www.instagram.com/p/CppsOcKrPld/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dogwoodsaints]

pre-apocalyptic

[thegospelle]

flashback to mother’s day this year — i was so excited to bring my husband to mass because he was curious about what i meant when i said that the priest will do a blessing for the mums in the pews

we show up (LATE as fuq! entirely my fault of course i was trying a new eyeshadow look) and the homily is so aggressively culture warrior anti-trans and gender affirming care…so we left and got brunch instead

c’est la vie

As of late I've been exercising a cool new policy called "walking out if the speaker makes me feel crummy".

Homophobia? Byeee

Toxic positivity? No thanks

Characterizing mental illness or disability as character flaws? Absolutely not

I'm done letting church culture tear apart my self worth.

[a-queer-seminarian]

No matter what they say, no matter what they do, they cannot erase the truth: God calls us good.

From the time of Joseph of the princess dress and power over dreams, God has watched over us and moved through us. Famine comes to the nations that fail to see how our transness is a holy gift. Good fruit flourishes in the communities that welcome our wisdom.

Let us give thanks to the God who upturns the status quo — who loves the world’s despised; who blesses the ones the world calls cursed; who draws the outcast close.

(Edit: a couple people have messaged to ask, so I’ll add here that yes, I do make these kinds of patches to sell — check out NeuroqueerCrafting on Etsy! Also, if you wanna learn more about trans readings of Joseph, click here.)

[trans-bread-of-life]

Tonight I drove by my ex’s old apartment and saw the spot where we first kissed. And it felt a lot like the trips I’ve taken down the memory lane away from Evangelicalism. Breaking up with a version of the body of Christ that loves power more than she’ll ever love me and being broken up with by the girl I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with feel surprisingly similar in my (literal and metaphorical) rear view mirror.

I don’t know whether this means that religion is romantic or whether this means that romance is religious. Maybe it’s both?

Evangelicalism was the kind of lover that catches you up in her whirlwind. In the dance of dating her, she pushes you away and then just as you start to wonder whether she really loves you, she pulls you back in with sweet words. And somehow it leaves you questioning—not whether she wants you, but whether you love her enough.

My relationship with my ex was the kind of religious experience that starts out in ecstasy. Prayers whispered late at night, hands laced together, a purpose to rely on. But the more I confirmed to Christ instead of conforming to her idealized likeliness, the more she grew cold and eventually she shunned me.

The two are the same in that I cannot belong to either because of the man that I am. Evangelicalism still doesn’t believe that I am who I say I am, and it would take me back if I shoved myself back into its neat little box. My ex finally saw who I am, and the moment she did, she left.

I don’t think it’s just the sense of betrayal and the fact that I lost both because I am a man that links the two experiences. They’re two of my only true experiences of belonging. In both I found and lost a family. Both showed me I had value, and somehow by the Grace of God and the skin of my teeth, I’ve been able to carry most of that value forward without them. I pledged my virginity to both (though one actually kept it). Both were places where I experienced profound safety that I don’t know how to find on my own. In the arms of each, I’d managed to quell all my doubts. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to lay down my doubts for anything or anyone the same way again.

I want to open my heart wider again to faith, but I think I need her liturgies to hold me like a mother. I’m not ready to find another love of my life—be she a bride of Christ or a woman. I’m not ready to shout my affection from the rooftops. I’m only ready to fall asleep in someone’s arms.

[createdgay]

God loves your pronouns. Jesus loves your pronouns.

[bi-radiance]

Hearing religious queer people discuss their faith is so soothing for me. I love hearing their stories. How, even though many of them have been hurt by religious institutions in the past, they continue their journeys of finding a higher being or a higher purpose in this life. I love knowing that there are people like me who have been rejected by many traditions but continue to find hope and love and purpose in something bigger than themselves. I think there is something really beautiful about the resilience and spirit it takes to say “I know people have used the name of God to hurt me, but I have found something true and great in this universe and I refuse to let other humans ruin that for me”.

[briefblueseason]

I used to be super active here on an old account from high school that I deleted (and mourn). I started getting into Twitter in college, esp Catholic Twitter as I was young and pius. I used it as my gay, pining diary. I miss Twitter and threads does not have the anonymity that I enjoyed. Therefore I am back and anew. Gonna use this as my diary