What Hateful Sermons Taught Me About Love

I wrote about coming into my identity and coming out to my family by accident, and some of the things that came up for me back in January after listening to Kim Burrell’s sermon that went viral.

Here’s an excerpt:

I do not use the word boyfriend because I do not yet know that is the right word. I do not know if he knows yet either. He is still making a space for his gender, and I am still trying to understand why gay and straight do not feel like polar opposites to me but more like individual planets I do not belong on.

…It is not about being queer — what manifested as homophobia was just a placeholder. White supremacy dictates that Black people fit into images and these ideas seep into bloodlines and psyches and skin until the standards for being an acceptable Black person are too high for anybody to reach.

[image description: two hands holding a bible open. Image is tinted red with a dark background.]

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2 Responses to What Hateful Sermons Taught Me About Love

  1. I have so missed your energy. Glad

    • Thanks, Crystal ❤ It was so nice to see this comment today. I should be back with something new pretty soon. Just working out some editing things. I hope you're having a peaceful transition to Fall ❤ ❤ ❤

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