We hear the same story every four years. But there are no extra days.
Four months married, and I called her my wife — clearly and proudly — to the man behind the counter. But I guess he wouldn’t hear me. When it was his turn to name the woman I have pledged my life’s loyalty and love to, he stumbled for the words.
It’s Bi Visibility Week, that time of year when all my sexual certainties are yanked uncomfortably into question. I’ve been thinking a lot for a long time about the obnoxious need for labeling and about my obnoxious need to find just the right one despite my lifelong aversion to labels, molds, and boxes of any kind (well, not any kind). And what I’ve come to is this: No matter what I might call myself, I have been complicit for too long in bi erasure. It’s called “bi visibility” because so often you can’t see us. And so often that’s because […]
I have the honor of being the guest this week in a private Facebook group of hundreds of Christian parents of LGBTQ kids, led by Liz at Serendipitydodah. They’re asking really hard, really good questions about faith, fear, and everything in between. If I get permission, I’ll share some of them with my responses here at the end of the week. In the meantime, what questions would you like to see addressed for parents or other allies of LGBTQ people?
Kim Davis is taking her stand in jail, marriage-equality supporters are reveling in the streets of Facebook, and marriage-inequality Christians are making rosaries of their clutched pearls. And I’m paralyzed. Last week I dismissed as obnoxious and needless Davis’ refusal to issue legal marriage licenses to couples she sincerely doesn’t believe should have the same civil rights she has so frequently availed herself of; I reckoned she had every right to resign from a job that clearly no longer suited her, and I wished her a speedy good riddance. But today I see that it’s all far more nefarious, and that’s why I’ve been […]
Since I’ve come out publicly, I’ve heard from lots of readers brave enough to send me a whisper of “me too.” They write to me because they’re stuck—they’re in a confined space, and they want out. But they’re scared to move. So here’s a little encouragement if that sounds anything like you.
A story of death, growth, and birth, “Like Flowers in Winter: A coming-out in faith” is a memoir in verse form. My journey to unlearn my own beliefs about sexuality, love, and relationship with God brought me through hell and back. Where I’ve landed is where I invite you to come just as you are — into the arms of God.
There’s been a terrible amount of gay-Christian debate online since the Supreme Court’s decision for marriage equality. I am gay; I am Christian. In both cases, I’m here to love, not debate. This is my poem for Pride Sunday.