Like, our stance towards exclusionary theology should not be “well actually if we look in the Bible we can see that it never actually forbids being gay,” but instead “how fucking dare you presume to delimit God’s love? What blasphemous arrogance could have possibly led you to where you are? When did you start worshipping your own image in place of the Divine?”
Most of the time, if you do something odd you're not allowed to do, getting you out of there is all that people are really concerned with. If you haven't stolen anything, caused any material damage, and clearly have no intention to put up a fight over being removed from the situation, you're not worth the trouble of getting you into trouble. Somebody who's unloading boxes from a company van to a storage and comes back to the truck to find that some weirdo has climbed inside the van through the open back doors doesn't get paid enough to forcibly physically detain you until the police arrive.
Most likely they just go "dude. could you like fuck off? you're not supposed to be there." And as soon as you shrug like "yeah lmao I know, sorry, impulse overtook me" and clearly proceed to comply with the request to fuck off, you're free to go, they're just relieved that you're gone. Most people aren't hell-bent on vengeance and punishment, they just want you to stop being their problem.
my grandfather for me. he's the gentlest man i've ever known. (detail from 'The thankful poor' c. 1894 by Henry Ossawa Tanner)
Illustrations by Greg Hildebrandt for children's retelling of Robin Hood by J. Walker McSpadden
"I thought this was meant to be a temple dedicated to learning!" The angry man's question was a statement. "We do not usually use such grand words," the librarian said, "but yes." "Then how come the building is full of fiction!" "You do not know what can be learned from fiction?"
I am really enjoying the driving polls because my dream vacation is to get into my tiny yaris by myself in los angeles and drive to Maine over the course of like three days then stay at a campsite for a week and drive back.
It is a very bad thing that living in the US basically requires a car to function, but also I just genuinely love driving and find it relaxing and am good at it.
There's scenery! There's stuff to explore! You find weird bugs at rest stops! You turn off the highway for a second to take photos! You see lots of fun people! Truck stops have neat stuff!
That's a huge part of why I do the whole "get myself lost on purpose and find my way home" thing. Huh! Fun restaurant! I never would have found that if I hadn't gotten lost in Long Beach. Huh! nifty roadside art! Glad I took a wrong turn and ended up in ridgecrest! Wow! This is a really pretty drive! I have no idea what road we're on but we're going south so we'll get home eventually, and until then check out the dirt devils chasing the power pylons! Look! Horses!
People ask me how I can be queer and Christian at the same time and the answer is that I’m just that cool and epic
Seriously though I just do it. Jesus never said it’s illegal for me to be this cool. Religious queer people in general often get asked by faith communities and the queer community how or why they do that and the answer is: What are you, a cop?
There’s thousands of people out there right now crying about a dog that was sent to space. I’m one of them too. She’s been dead for so long but we made art about her. We made songs for her. We named new puppies after her. We put up a statue in her honor.
How can you say humanity is inherently evil when we still mourn for a dog that died in 1957? We love you Laika.
If I wasn't doing visual arts, I'd be inventing my own music genre, that would be centered around the divine idea that no matter how dark, horrible, bleak and joyless the world can get, at least I have a trumpet and the power to make it worse.
It might be my childhood trauma speaking, but the idea of someone seeing the darkest, most vicious side of you and still finding you not just loveable but diabolically sexy makes me fucking swoon.
Just remember 60 people signed on to stab Caesar and he only had 23 stab wounds, the real moral of the story is group projects have always just been like that