Mary Oliver, from Moments in “Felicity: Poems”
“was it lawful that the supreme court ruled this way?”
what does it matter what the old shits who at every turn have ruled to allow cops to invade your private space and kill you with impunity has to say on anything new? why are you concerned if they made the right choice *this time*? why do you want to keep giving them power?
stop rooting for legal outcomes. end law. take your rights by force.
grace
I want everyone to know that there are queers in the hollers of Appalachia, in the bayous and marshland of the Deep South, in Southwestern deserts, through the Ozark mountains and up to the Rockies. There are queers in the Great Plains, there are queers in rural America, in trailer parks of the Osage foothills. In the places you least expect us to live, we are here, carving out community and fighting for liberation with pride despite it all. Stop forgetting about us. Stop overlooking our experiences and our impact just because we don’t live in a Big Gay City. And for the love of God, stop looking at us with pity.
“God is under the rubble in Gaza. He is with the frightened and the refugees. He is in the operating room. This is our consolation. He walks with us through the valley of the shadow of death.”
– Rev. Dr. Munther Isaac, in his sermon “God is under the rubble in Gaza.”
I made this painting of the manger scene created by Rev. Dr. Isaac’s church, Christmas Lutheran Church in Bethlehem, with the Christ child under the rubble (original image here).
Full sermon • An interview with Rev. Dr. Isaac about the installation
it's that time of year when i reread/rewatch something i liked when i was 13 and become increasingly hyperfixated on it until i puke
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moobies & queer ships & earnest text posts, you know the drill || ADULT ADULT I AM AN ADULT
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