Review of We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir
Habib is a queer Muslim, although she’s struggled to come to terms with both aspects of her identity. Her memoir is all about her journey toward embracing both.
Queer Perspectives on the Future of Faith Communities
Habib is a queer Muslim, although she’s struggled to come to terms with both aspects of her identity. Her memoir is all about her journey toward embracing both.
“When I have played with people at play parties, it’s not even like it’s a fantasy that I have to generate, it very much feels like I’m a priestess, and I’m in the temple engaging in an act of worship.”
I didn’t think I’d have to actually come to terms with any part of my sexuality. When I was 14
She burns that high spot
in your stomach
and you double over clutching
grasping for any sense of reality
because surely
This is not yours.
It was through exploring Western culture — in person, through media, getting to know people — that I found more representations of people like me, people who would accept me, people whose experiences I can relate to.
Guest post by Alicia Crosby Yesterday, I led a conversation on white supremacy in Indiana. Well not on white supremacy IN Indiana
One of the most important things I ever did for myself was to give myself permission to find out who I am.
Radical Dharma: Talking Race, Love, and Liberation is a conversation about, a call to, and a roadmap toward liberation. This
The physical certainty and mortality of our bodies connects us to one another, and is a central part of what constructs a human story. The workings of the brain, and its symbolic representative, the head, are particularly fascinating to me as I have developed a theology of embodiment, and a theology that considers the realities and implications of scientific fact.
How can we develop a consistent spirit of gratitude in our lives, while also fully acknowledging the things which we cannot abide and working to change them? These are just some of the questions that stuck like a turkey bone in the throat of my heart all day on Thursday.
I’m grateful to have grown up in a small factory town in Indiana, where everyone shopped at the same
His beliefs, no matter how much I disagreed, sunk into my already body-shame-filled-mind, and I continued to ignore my attraction to girls.
I was twenty-three when I first heard a convincing argument that being gay might be OK with God. It was in a Sunday school class at a tiny church in the suburbs of Philadelphia where I was a paid vocalist in the choir.