The Sweet Bi and Bi
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| Blog Name: | The Sweet Bi and Bi |
| Url: | http://sweetbiandbi.wordpress.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | Queer Christian, Queermergent, Bisexual Christian |
| Description: | My blog is about my musings on these things and more: What does it mean to be queer in a conversation (in the christian church, mainly emergent and some mainline others) where I am constantly looking around wondering if there are others like me? Why does my voice, the one G-d has given me, matter? What gifts can I bring? What can I learn from what others are saying? How can I be a part of a larger conversation that moves people from a place of hostility or one-sidedness to genuine dialog? What about my being a bisexual can I offer to the wider church about the beauty of the Spirit, the beauty of love, the beauty of gray? |
| Popularity: | 46 Followers |
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my sweetie’s gift to me
This poem:
This poem:
Three Years: the “leather” anniversary
To my one and only beloved, my anam cara, my best friend and sweet sweet butter brickle: Today marks three years of minutes, moments, seconds and star struck nights that we have been in this thing we call marriage. Its funny really, its been 3 years and yet its been like a whole series of “week ones” one right after another, still new, still giddy with doe eyes and flittery longing looks across rooms or grocery shopping isles.
To my one and only beloved, my anam cara, my best friend and sweet sweet butter brickle: Today marks three years of minutes, moments, seconds and star struck nights that we have been in this thing we call marriage. Its funny really, its been 3 years and yet its been like a whole series of “week ones” one right after another, still new, still giddy with doe eyes and flittery longing looks across rooms or grocery shopping isles.
On Justifying My Existence (in 140 characters or less)
The other day, a person I follow who also follows me on twitter asked me a question. It read: How do you justify your existence? Some find this question insulting & others feel they do not have to. Wow. You should have seen the look on my face. It was like she dug deep and pushed that one button, you know the one, of anger, hurt, frustration, invisibility, proud to be all the labels I have attached to myself but how DARE you attack and toss them back at me. You know that button, I know you do. I flared up and shot back some thing like “I do NOT have to justify my existence to you or anyone else for that matter! WTF.”
The other day, a person I follow who also follows me on twitter asked me a question. It read: How do you justify your existence? Some find this question insulting & others feel they do not have to. Wow. You should have seen the look on my face. It was like she dug deep and pushed that one button, you know the one, of anger, hurt, frustration, invisibility, proud to be all the labels I have attached to myself but how DARE you attack and toss them back at me. You know that button, I know you do. I flared up and shot back some thing like “I do NOT have to justify my existence to you or anyone else for that matter! WTF.”
A year later, the day after
A year ago, I wrote about how I felt the day after Vote Day. A year later, we as a LGBT community have much to celebrate, and much to still be raising our fists, shaking wildly, for. I woke up and checked the Maine race first. Heartbreak before even rolling out of bed—a practice I most certainly do not recommend. News trickled in here and there, Washington, then a wonderful piece of news from my friends in Kalamazoo, MI—with a very cool ad to go along wi
A year ago, I wrote about how I felt the day after Vote Day. A year later, we as a LGBT community have much to celebrate, and much to still be raising our fists, shaking wildly, for. I woke up and checked the Maine race first. Heartbreak before even rolling out of bed—a practice I most certainly do not recommend. News trickled in here and there, Washington, then a wonderful piece of news from my friends in Kalamazoo, MI—with a very cool ad to go along wi
Christianity 21 RoundUp: a few thoughts from backstage
Last week in an unlikely place of beauty—Edina, MN, known for its wealth and whiteness—a whole bunch of people gathered to listen, contribute and participate in Christianity 21. This is my reflection on that time. A word/warning–I was a volunteer. I missed out on sessions I really longed to hear like Debbie Blue, Makeesha Fisher, and Lisa Domke. I bounced in and out. I spent time seeing and participating in stuff around, and not necessarily IN Christianity 21.
Last week in an unlikely place of beauty—Edina, MN, known for its wealth and whiteness—a whole bunch of people gathered to listen, contribute and participate in Christianity 21. This is my reflection on that time. A word/warning–I was a volunteer. I missed out on sessions I really longed to hear like Debbie Blue, Makeesha Fisher, and Lisa Domke. I bounced in and out. I spent time seeing and participating in stuff around, and not necessarily IN Christianity 21.
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