Shame is harmful because it attacks the whole self as unworthy, while remorse focuses on a specific action and opens the door to growth and repair.

And still, people are saying,
“We didn’t talk about such things in my day.”
Exactly. That’s the problem.

Visibility isn’t a luxury.
Community isn’t optional.
Our lives are not a passing trend.

We will not return to silence.

All of it is orchestrated to sever us from each other; to unmake the webs of safety, creativity, joy, and resistance that we’ve woven against all odds.

We are watching the erasure of queer and trans community spaces, both online and off.
Not a glitch.
Not a coincidence.
A campaign.

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It is a love poem of sorts and an expression of binary-breaking God-talk, without ever uttering the Holy Name. May the Spirit be free from the liturgical closets we have built.

Insurance awaits cloaked like Gandalf muttering “You shall not pass” to prescriptions from mortal realms.