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Let me tell you, friends, I am not thrilled to be on Day 2 of jury duty with horrible cramps. Nothing about that delights me. :-/

The plus side of sitting in an uncomfortable beige room all morning yesterday while the courtroom readied itself for our participation, was that I got through about a third of Amber Dawn's Sodom Road Exit, on which [personal profile] tellitslant and I are attempting to more-or-less coordinate our reading. I'm definitely digging it thus far: certified Bisexual Disaster and University of Toronto dropout Starla Mia Martin returns home to the small town where she grew up, moving back in with her mother and taking a graveyard shift job at a campground to try to get her debt load under control, and is promptly haunted by an equally queer ghost from the recently-demolished amusement park down the street, which used to provide the town's economic lifeblood. Excellent, evocative sense of place (always a must for a ghost story); believably prickly dynamics between a mother and daughter who are both, shall we say, strong personalities; and I like Starla's narrative voice. Excited to read more.

Other than that, my big reading news for the week is that I did actually manage to make it to Queer Book Group! And it was super enjoyable! Hurrah! The group was about a dozen people, most of whom seemed like regulars who knew each other, although they were very welcoming. The conversation about Real Queer America really demonstrated why it's interesting to talk with other people about books: in some cases peoples' qualms about Allen were the same as mine: in the service of highlighting the positive work being done and lives being lived by queer folks in red states, she at times soft-pedals the negative aspects. But other people had qualms that were almost the opposite of mine, feeling like the book was a downer for the degree to which it DID discuss the negatives. There was also a good, kind of tangential conversation about our own backgrounds as they related to the book, which was particularly interesting because many of the group members were in their 50s and 60s and a few others were in their 40s; Allen is 30 and talking to such a multi-generational group really highlighted what a short historical memory her book has. This is not exactly a criticism of Allen; she set out to write essentially a travelogue/memoir, not a history. But talking to people twice her age who grew up in small towns definitely emphasized how much things have changed. It was also interesting hearing people's takes on Allen's hostility toward big, overpriced cities, of which San Francisco is of course high on the list. The group being an East Bay audience, I found it kind of hilarious the degree to which it was split between "How dare she insult our beautiful California!" and "She is correct, the city exemplifies everything horrible about corporatized queerness."

Anyway, I got pretty much exactly what I wanted out of the experience, so I will be back for sure. Next month's selection is Larissa Lai's fairy-tale-inflected novel When Fox is a Thousand, of which I had never previously heard. Will report back!

Incidentally: tangentially apropos of the Allen, or at least of a couple of conversations I've had on here about a subject Allen neglected: I just this morning learned about Karen Tongson's Relocations: Queer Suburban Imaginaries, which came out in 2011. It's still not exactly the study of queer life in red-state suburbia that [personal profile] donut_donut and [personal profile] lazaefair were craving (Tongson focuses on the Los Angeles sprawl), but I'm nonetheless intrigued.
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More and more LGBT people seem to be operating on a similar wavelength [to that of the author, a trans lesbian who prefers to live in a small "red state" city rather than a large coastal one]. I asked Gary J. Gates, the most widely cited demographer of the American LGBT community, what evidence he has seen of queer demographic shifts away from coastal big cities over the last decade.

He pointed me to his recent Williams Institute analysis of U.S. Census and Gallup polling data, which compared the concentration of same-sex couples in American cities in 1990 to the percentage of their LGBT population from 2012 to 2014. (It's an imperfect comparison, but given how hard it is to gather data on a small population like the LGBT community, it's one of the best available.) And the results are striking: Salt Lake City leapt up thirty-two spots in the overall rankings between 1990 and the 2012-2014 time period. Louisville, Kentucky, rose thirty slots over the same period. Norfolk, Virginia, and New Orleans, Louisiana both jumped more than twenty places. Meanwhile San Francisco remained static, Los Angeles fell two slots, and New York had a staggering eleven-place slump.

Gates believes that this discrepancy speaks to the social change happening in many red-state cities. As he wrote in the analysis: "Substantial increases in LGBT visibility in more socially conservative places like Salt Lake City, Louisville, and Norfolk likely mean that these areas are not as different from cities like San Francisco, Austin, and Seattle (all with long histories of fostering social climates where LGBT people felt more comfortable) in their acceptance of the LGBT community today than they were twenty years ago."

Indeed, an "important explanatory factor" for that data, as Gates acknowledged in the analysis, is the increased "willingness" [I, breathedout, would argue "ability"] of LGBT people in conservative areas to come out of the closet. In other words, although the analysis probably indicates some degree of population shift, [there is also an element of simply revealing that... ] LGBT people have been building beautiful lives away from the coasts for years. [...] But because the media overwhelmingly focus on the tragic things that happen to queer people in red states, that kind of community building often goes unnoticed by people on the coasts. As Jack Halberstam wrote in In a Queer Time and Place, "Too often minority history hinges on representative examples provided by the lives of extraordinary individuals"—among them LGBT people who have been murdered in conservative parts of America.

"[In] relation to the complicated matrix of rural queer lives, we tend to rely on the story of a Brandon Teena or a Matthew Shepard rather than finding out about the queer people who live quietly, if not comfortably, in isolated areas or small towns all across North America," Halberstam wrote.


—Samantha Allen, Real Queer America: LGBT Stories from Red States

The real strength of this book is in the individual stories of people Allen talks to on her trip across the country, from the queer Latinx youth organizers of Aquí Estamos in South Texas, to Temica Morton, the Black woman who spearheaded Jackson, Mississippi's first Pride Parade in 2016 as an add-on to a queer community bar-b-que she's been hosting for years, to Smoove G. and Nicci B., co-owners of the Back Door: Bloomington, Indiana's beloved queer bar and gathering-site. But those stories are—for reasons similar to those cited by Halberstam above in relation to the (inter)national news media!—difficult to excerpt out of context. I had my quibbles with the book overall, mostly relating to Allen's lack of acknowledgement that some people just genuinely love big cities as much as she loves small ones, but I am absolutely in agreement with the idea, as expressed here, that when it comes to queer narratives we desperately need to expand our geographical focus and tell stories about ordinary living-their-lives queer people who are from places other than New York City, and to a lesser extent San Francisco and LA (although I freely admit I adore SF and LA narratives, having personal connections to both those places.) The NYC and coastal-big-city stranglehold on US storytelling both fictional and non-fictional is REAL. And it is, as Allen points out here and as I'd echo despite having lived in big coastal cities my whole life and loving them dearly, doing us all a big disservice.

I was also interested in Gates's data on shifting queer demographics over time. Whether they come from a real population shift away from big coastal cities or whether they're more a result of increased quality of life/ability to come out for red-state queers, they do still indicate measurable change. Which is a big part of Allen's point: things are (slowly) shifting for LGBT people in red-state America, and there are a lot of fascinating and encouraging stories to be told about the activists and regular queer folks who call these places home.
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In the grand tradition of divorcées women people in their late thirties, it seems my brain saw fit to start my birthday with a 1am anxiety attack to the nonsense tune of "You Are Bound To Lose Everything Worthwhile In Your Life (And Now You Are Too Old To Start Over When You Do)," with an encore rendition of the catchy little number "Adding More Worthwhile Things Only Means A Greater Amount of Inevitable Loss." To quote that immortal sage Jake Peralta: "Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool." The silver lining was that after I moderated my mental/emotional spiraling with some CBT exercises and arrived at the point where I was able to breathe but was still very much awake, I found myself with a few hours of surprise reading time, which has been thin on the ground lately. So that actually was cool, and not in the Peraltan sense; even if I honestly would rather have been sleeping.

During the night I got through a couple chapters of Samantha Allen's Real Queer America: LGBT Stories from Red States, which is the May selection for the queer book group that I am going to attend this time, y'all, it's happening. Allen's prose style is super engaging and fast-paced, and she strikes a nice, supportive three-way balance among (a) explicating the larger political context for the things she talks about with facts & figures, (b) connecting with other individual queer folks on her travels and relating their stories, and (c) her own personal history and feelings on being a queer person in red-state America. As a trans woman reporter and ex-Mormon who started coming out to herself while a student at Brigham Young University, later fell in love with her now-wife over graduate studies in Bloomington, Indiana, and currently lives in Georgia, the latter are, as you can imagine, many and complex; although an important part of this book's political agenda is to destigmatize middle America and the South among lefty/queer circles, and to make the point that they have always been, and always will be, just as queer as anyplace else. In fact, Allen says in many places that she prefers to be queer in a red-state context, both for practical reasons—regular people can still afford to live in places like Houston and Atlanta, unlike in New York and San Francisco—and also because in these places, where LGBT folks are still more urgently embattled, she finds it possible to access a queer community that has more passion and cohesion, and less cliquey in-fighting, than she has found in the big coastal cities.

(As a side note, I was talking to both [personal profile] greywash and the friend/lover with whom I had dinner on Monday, about the weird defensive reaction I noticed in myself, especially to Allen's intro chapter. A wholehearted lover of cities myself, and also a seeker-out of passionate, politically-engaged people with whom to surround myself, my experience of LA and San Francisco and Portland has been much different than Allen's—and that's totally fine! I'm still 100% on board with her mission of reclaiming red-state America for the queers who have lived there all along, and for whom it is a beloved and meaningful home. Queerness is not, as she argues well, an urban invention, and there's a ton of amazing activism going on outside NY and SF. Despite being completely convinced of this, though, I surprised myself by ongoing surges of defensiveness about the parts of Allen's argument that I read as portraying city-dwelling queer communities as apathetic and petty. Luckily, as the chapters progressed I got over it: probably at least in part because it becomes very clear that Allen, despite her preference for red-state queer America, does not sugar-coat the challenges of queer life in Utah or Texas, even as she also celebrates their joys.)

Anyway, the first post-intro chapter involves Allen's first return to Utah since she left the church to transition, and it's poignant to read her personal reflections on finding a much more thriving LGBT support system in place there now than when she left. She talks to Mormons and ex-Mormons who have decided to stay and fight to make Utah a more welcoming place, with to all accounts impressive success. Allen and her traveling companion spend a good deal of time at the Provo chapter of Encircle, talking to the youth who are served by the programs there and who basically, in some cases, consider it home. She also talks to Emmett Claren, one of the first openly trans people to remain in the Mormon fold: he lives with the constant possibility of excommunication, but for him the faith and community are important enough that he plans to stay until & unless they kick him out, and meanwhile he is agitating for greater acceptance from within. The second chapter of the book, which deals with Texas—both a rally against the transphobic bathroom bill that passed their legislature in 2017, and a look at queer organizing in South Texas immigrant communities—is also very interesting, if less personally immediate to Allen's life story. More updates as I continue!

I've barely started Mari Ruti's The Ethics of Opting Out: Queer Theory's Defiant Subjects, which is the Q2 selection for the queer theory book group that meets this coming Wednesday. I'm still in the midst of Ruti's dense introduction, always the slowest-going section of an academic book. Her points seem interesting but honestly I'm not sure I have the bandwidth to get through something this theoretical before Wednesday. I'd like to! But I won't beat myself up about it if I can't.

I've also been really really meaning to pick up Amber Dawn's Sodom Road Exit, which [personal profile] tellitslant and I were going to try to read at the same time. But between work, house and puppy I have not managed it. Sorry for my tardiness, [personal profile] tellitslant! /o\ It's next up this weekend, and since I'm taking tomorrow off and have few concrete plans other than sleeping, writing, and reading, I'm hopeful that I can polish off the Allen and move on to the Dawn.
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[personal profile] greywash posted a couple of articulately rage-filled bisexual rants earlier today (here are the before brunch and after brunch installments, which take The Magicians as their jumping-off point but are very much applicable more generally), and I wanted to both signal-boost the conversation, and also archive a comment I left, for future finding-and-referring-back-to-later purposes:

The discrepancy between "labels as descriptors of observable behavior" and "labels as signifiers of internal lived reality"—and ESPECIALLY the trend toward the latter to the exclusion of the former—really gets me because I feel like a lot of the time it invites exactly this kind of is-he-or-isn't-he debate even when the evidence is not at all unclear. Or worse yet, competitive vying for a person to put their stakes down in one's particular camp via a self-disclosure that that person, as you say, really doesn't owe. And then there's all the intra-queer rhetoric around "It's only your internalized [bi-, lesbo-, x-] phobia that's preventing you from identifying this way," when actually... there are any number of reasons one might choose not to discuss the murkiest facets of one's lived reality at any given time, and shouldn't be pressured to do so.

When a real person does self-disclose a certain way, obviously that should be listened to and not argued with. But in the absence of that, and particularly when discussing fictional characters, if we're going to the extreme of "observable behavior means nothing, and ONLY someone's own words can be taken as evidence of their orientation," then not only do you run up against a whole host of issues with characters who are lacking in self-awareness or actively lying (to themselves or others; for whatever reason), but you create a double-standard about what words... are for... which is in large part to describe the world's reality as we observe it.

And of course there are infinite shades of experience. Of course many gay men have been married to, and fathered children with, women. Of course there are many bisexual people who only ever acted on their opposite-sex attractions (or, especially more recently, who felt pressure from the gay community to only act on their same-sex attractions). Of course there are sex-repulsed asexual people who have a lot of sex because they're using it to fulfill other needs or wants. Of course there's this whole culture of men who self-ID as straight but who frequent truck stops for same-sex hookups. And on and on. And a lot of this is stuff I'm interested in exploring in fiction, because (AS YOU KNOW, DOCTOR) I personally embody a disconnect between my observable behavior (lived long-term first with a man, then a woman) and my internal lived reality (have always been almost, but not quite, totally uninterested in men both sexually and romantically). So, you know, I feel that tension: I don't really feel like "bisexual" is a very accurate descriptor of my inner lived reality, and even though I also feel "lesbian" is inaccurate, I would still be more likely to bridle at a potential biographer using my 12-year relationship with Ex as a way to inaccurately over-represent my investment in men, than I would if they cast that relationship as a nod to compulsive heterosexuality or something. (Again... not super accurate, I don't think, but possibly less inaccurate.) So that liminal space where labels are really messy, is somewhere I feel drawn to & where I feel at home, and I certainly don't want to erase it entirely from the discourse.

But to get to a point where we're divorcing orientation labels from behavior so radically that no amount of observed behavior can be taken as establishing or even strongly indicating someone's orientation, is just bizarre. And goes from "bizarre" to "oppressive" because of course no person, fictional or real, is ever required to self-identify as straight in order to be taken as such.

And, in response to a comment from [personal profile] achray:

Yes, a lot of my thoughts about it are coming from a historical perspective as well, and there are so many other issues that I left out of that comment for the sake of relative brevity, such as shifting cultural constructions of queerness over time and space such that the application of modern labels can be reductive and inaccurate; gaps in the archive; families and literary executors who destroyed evidence; the impossibility of fully comprehending the nature of any specific relationship if you're not inside that relationship and sometimes not even then (see, as example A of many of these, the surviving Hawthorne/Melville correspondence).

But it does still seem quite silly to be able to, say, look at a Byron or a Colette, folks who clearly had and enjoyed sexual/romantic liaisons with people of multiple genders, and say: these people were hetero because they never explicitly offered up a label they preferred. I mean. Really.
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James Rawson, writing in The Guardian:

Whether it’s suicide, Aids (a particularly maudlin Ed Harris performance in The Hours employs both), being beaten to death, state execution, getting shot, or getting raped and then shot, LGBT characters are just not allowed the happy endings that their straight counterparts enjoy. My personal favourite comes from A Single Man, in which Colin Firth simply drops dead for no reason. Presumably overwhelmed by sheer homosexuality, his heart can no longer keep beating. Beware, non-heterosexuals: Sudden Gay Death Syndrome can strike anywhere.


Tumblr user @peninsulamamoenam, in response:

Well. I mean, yes, it is AWFUL that it’s nearly impossible to find serious portrayals of queers in popular media who don’t come to tragic ends. Of course it is. But the problem isn’t that there are movies in which gay men kill themselves. The problem is that there isn’t an abundance of other, more positive representations of queer people to round it out, and when people create things of that nature, they’re told it won’t sell. Yes, we need popular queer romantic comedies and road-trip buddy movies and action movies where the girl gets the girl at the end. But we do also need tragedy.

I can’t help but notice that both of the movies cited in the quote are based on books by gay men. I’ve read both, but I read A Single Man much more recently. I haven’t seen the movie, and don’t plan to, but the book is a furious queer protest novel, and also an aging writer’s meditation on death and decay. The entire work is focused on death: it couldn’t end in any other way. I almost hope the movie was terrible, because otherwise the writer of this article is being a dismissive twit.

I feel like an obnoxious pedant even writing this, because we’re clearly on the same side, but I care because those are the kinds of stories that I’m drawn to in my own reading and writing. And I want to explore ideas about death and failure and disappointment without feeling like I’m hurting people like me, you know?


Me, in response to @pen:

Yes, I agree. It is, FOR SURE, extremely problematic that there is not more diversity of representation in terms of queer narratives in the mainstream media. The Tragic Gay Martyr trope has been done to death, no question. But confronting death (and other loss) is pretty much the one universal task that we as humans all have to do, so to say that queer peoples’ narratives shouldn’t address it, is very limiting.

I think there’s a real difference, here, between people like Marijane Meaker or Ann Bannon, those mid-century lesbian pulp novelists whose characters all died or went insane in the end because the obscenity codes at the time prevented their books being published otherwise; and narratives by queer folks that address death and tragedy because death and tragedy are the ghosts haunting those individuals’ souls. The AIDS crisis strikes me as particularly relevant, because for gay men half a generation older than me—hell, even for moderately cosmopolitan straight people half a generation older than me—that epidemic WAS inescapable, and it WAS devastating, and it DID completely alter the landscape of the queer community. My godparents, who are straight, had a year or more where they went to friends’ funerals every single month. So of course queer artists are going to address that, to try to work through the grief and the loss of it. Even largely comic queer novels spanning the late 70s and 80s, like Armistead Maupin’s Tales from the City series, take it on.

The whole issue is difficult from a creator’s perspective, because to be honest the art that I consistently find most interesting doesn’t conform to this notion of the “happy ending” at all. In a lot of cases there’s not even a question, Romeo & Juliet style, of happy versus tragic ending. There’s just messy humans doing messy human stuff: fucking up, and trying their best, hurting themselves and each other, and sometimes, very rarely, achieving moments of genuine connection. If you end a story on a moment of genuine connection it can sort of resemble a “happy ending”—and those are the kinds of hopeful endings that resonate most with me—but make no mistake: it’s a fleeting if a beautiful state. It WILL get fucked up again, and transcended again, and fucked up again, and that will keep happening until we die. I mean that’s what’s so great about humans! Repeated moments of transcendence in the face of limitless capacity for fuckups! And stories that encompass that truth are the kind of queer narrative I’m most interested in reading and writing, because that’s the kind of narrative that reflects my experience of actual human existence.

But there are undoubtedly also queer people who are most interested in writing rom-coms and action flicks with incidentally-queer characters; and novels set in alternate worlds where being queer is accepted without question; and triumph-against-adversity stories where queer characters face down homophobia and win; and…you know, tons more possibilities I’m not thinking of, and those people shouldn’t be shut down by bullshit arguments about there “not being a market” for what they’re doing. I just think the burden rests on the industry and the audiences to support all types of quality queer projects, rather than on individual creators to censor death and tragedy out of their stuff if that’s what they feel called to create.
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Of course, the bitter harvest begins long before a child ends up on the streets. When Ben, the youngest son of a Baptist minister from New Hampshire, asked his mother at age nine what the word “gay” meant, he didn’t realize that the answer she gave would describe his own feelings – or that those feelings would, from that moment on, impact his emotional development. “She explained what it was and told me that it was an abomination,” Ben tells me in the sunny group-therapy room at the Ali Forney Center, which he ran away to at age 17. “It was like telling a nine-year-old that they are broken. I remember being on the kitchen floor just crying, praying to God for him to make me normal. That’s how I looked at it: ‘If it’s this bad for me to be this way, why did God make me? I wish I were dead.’” When Ben finally did come out to his parents at age 16, they sent him away to a Christian school across the country and began to explore reparative-therapy options, all of which reinforced the idea that he was terribly flawed, so much so that “the people closest to me thought I needed to be changed, fixed.”

The problem is, running away, as Ben did, may deliver youth from their parents’ judgment, but not from that of God – whom more than half of the youth I spoke with said they still believed in – and once on the street, the psychological trauma that’s inherent in this deeply internalized shame often plays out to their detriment. And yet, as hard as it might be to imagine conservative faiths backing down from their demonization of homosexuality, it can be equally hard to get activists to address the issue. “LGBT­ advocacy groups don’t want to talk about religion,” says Mitchell Gold, founder of Faith in America. “One, they don’t want to come across as anti-religion. And two, they just aren’t familiar with it. But the number-one hurdle to LGBT equality is religious­-based bigotry. The face of the gay-rights movement shouldn’t be what I call '40-year-old well-moisturized couples.’ The face of the gay-rights movement should be a 15-year-old kid that’s been thrown out of his house and taught that he’s a sinner.”


—Alex Morris, “The Forsaken: A Rising Number of Homeless Gay Teens Are Being Cast Out by Religious Families” (Rolling Stone)

The whole linked article is worth reading, but the above passage addresses something I struggle a lot to reconcile in my own mind. Like the LGBT activist groups mentioned, I too want to avoid coming across as anti-religion. I find the self-congratulatory rhetoric of the New Atheists utterly alienating, and the white-knight condescension of organizations like Femen repulsive; I don’t want to ally myself with either one. As the product of a loving 40-year-and-counting marriage between an atheist and an extremely liberal (pro-choice, pro-queer, activist) Catholic—and also as the close friend of a Unitarian congregational minister—I see at first hand that it’s possible for faith to be an impetus toward what I’d agree to call justice, and for faith and atheism to coexist in mutually nourishing ways. I also see what a vital part faith plays in some peoples’ inner lives, and though as a life-long atheist I pretty profoundly fail to relate to that personally, I still respect it when I see it in those around me. Furthermore, I often feel that religion belongs to that class of subject I ought to stay quiet about, as they’re not really mine to discuss.

I’m pushing on today because it seems to me that, as Mitchell Gold points out, secular progressives are doing a disservice to queer youth by our squeamishness about addressing religion, when religious-based persecution is such a huge part of many of their lived experiences. Even growing up in a place as liberal as Portland, which is presented in the linked article as the haven at the end of the rainbow for many queer young people kicked out or edged out of their (conservative, religious) family homes, I’ve seen so much of the dynamics Morris describes, and I don’t know what to do with the anger they cause in me. I’m angry that my high school girlfriend was locked in her (not-quite-Orthodox Jewish) parents’ house for a month when they found out she was seeing women; I’m angry that her parents told her God would rather she was a heroin addict than a lesbian. I’m angry about the several women I’ve dated, many of them transplants from the South and raised in conservative Christian households, who still believed on some deep level that they (and I) were going to Hell for who we were–and who, as a result, often treated me and themselves like the garbage they believed us to be. I’m angry about the woman I’m sleeping with right now who spent years prior to her divorce trying to “pray the gay away” because her husband said if she just welcomed Jesus into her life, they wouldn’t have to break up their children’s home.

It’s not a satisfying solution to me to argue that organized religion itself is a neutral entity and that all problems dwell in its interpretation by individuals. We’re talking about institutional oppression: organizations like the Vatican and the Southern Baptist Convention hold enormous power, and are invested in maintaining and increasing that power. The history of Christianity in this country is one long list of ways it’s been used to justify and exacerbate oppression and the consolidation of power in the hands of straight white upper-class men, from rationalizing genocide of Native Americans and the enslavement (and later segregation) of Africans, to labeling as sinful everything from masturbation to dancing to interracial marriage. This does not seem like a neutral entity to me. This seems like a systemically oppressive institution. And what really goads me about it, the really infuriating and insidious part, is the way in which some (some!) individuals being oppressed—like Ben in the above excerpt, like my ex-girlfriends, like the women and the poor and the queer and the enslaved who have been told over the centuries that they should accept their pain meekly in this life so they could have their reward in Heaven—are persuaded to believe the ideology themselves. They’re persuaded to believe in their own God-given inferiority; and that kind of belief hangs out in one’s bones, and follows one around for years even after one has consciously rejected it.

Does that invalidate the faith of any modern-day individual? Of course not. Does it mean that religious people can’t be progressive or that all religious people believe X thing about Y group? No, obviously, as the long history of religiously-motivated progressive movement leaders proves. I’m not sure what it does mean, beyond the fact that I want to validate the experiences of the queer folks I know, including myself, and I–I want my primary reactions to be reactions to those experiences. And I feel like, if I sit back and decline to engage about the negatives of religion because doing so makes me feel uncomfortably close to Richard Dawkins, then (a) that’s giving Dawkins far more sway in my life than I want him to have, and (b) it’s being pretty defeatist about the possibility of striking some middle ground for mutually compassionate discourse, but most importantly © it’s making a political stance more important than the truth of individuals’ experiences, including my own.

Tl;dr: I have no desire to paint all religiosity with the same extremist brush; but on the other hand I think the oppression that arises in and from faith communities needs to be addressed.

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