Letting Go of Guilt to Live My Truth as a Queer Woman
As euphoric as my queer epiphany felt, I’d had it as my mother lay sick. It felt like I was reentering the world as my mother was leaving it.
yes, that’s it
Blue is the Warmest Color
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There’s nothing more queer than cobbling together something fabulous out of very little.
What was I getting out shame, anyway? So I walked away from it all: going to church, reading scripture, prayer, even the Christian music I loved so much.
“It was this Islam, the Islam of authenticity, community, justice, and love, that showed me how to be a truer version of myself.”