Do you know of any books by bisexuals of faith on the interaction of those two things?




The only books I know of that discuss minority sexual orientations and faith are ones written mainly by gay men or lesbian women. I really don’t know if there are bisexual texts, as a lot of both the queer community and the Christian community have spent time erasing us.

Someone should write this book and call it “Saved Bi Grace!”

I do love a good pun.

Did you lock that down as a Tumblr yet? :)

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Hey lovely followers:  this has been a rollercoaster month for me, and I haven’t been as attentive to my inbox as I want to be.  I will get to your anonymous asks when I am a little more mentally settled.  In the meantime, prayers & good thoughts & pictures of kittens are most welcome.


i dream of tapping myself on the shoulder and telling myself everything it is that i truly want, the things that are truly unbridled, unswayed and unhidden by even a single cloud. this replays over and over again, i tap myself on the shoulder and i turn around to find myself pouring words out but i can never hear her, i can just see her mouth moving silently. she eventually begins to scream and i can see the pain in her eyes but it’s still only silence. it reminds me of the frustration of not being able to run in a dream no matter how much force you think you are using. i can’t hear what she is saying but i can see it sometimes. plain and clear. i can see it in the people she laughs with. in the eyes she stares into for too long. in the pace of her heart. in the films and stories she cries at. in the family she’d die for. in these moments i begin to realise that my hand is over her mouth and i have been silencing her all along. i only know this. i have somehow distanced myself from myself. someone isn’t going to come visit you in the night and give you all the answers. admit to yourself all the things that truly matter to you and don’t be frightened of them, don’t look down on them. be human for once in your life.  

Lions hanging out.

Lions hanging out.

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Reading Kathleen Norris on the monastic life while lying in the sun. Seems about right.

Reading Kathleen Norris on the monastic life while lying in the sun. Seems about right.





No, but what gets me in this movie

is that every woman is beautiful to Giselle.

Women who wear suits and aren’t cute and petite. Women with wide hips and large rear ends and small breasts. Women who are black and white and every other ethnicity she came across, I’m sure. Women with straight hair and natural hair and grey hair. Older women and middle-aged women and young women.

Everyone is beautiful to Giselle. There’s no reason anyone wouldn’t be beautiful. There’s no reason beauty should ever be just one thing, that being a princess should ever be just one thing.

Everyone is a princess to Giselle, and if one of the princesses politely corrected her and said they were a prince she’d probably nod earnestly and talk about how dashing and handsome they looked too.

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There is your brother — naked, crying — and you stand confused over the choice of an attractive floor covering.
St. Ambrose of Milan (via darkenedanddazzled)

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So @TheCapitolPN tweeted this

which was promptly deleted. (G-Bb-A-D are the notes to Rue’s whistle.)

But if you had clicked inspect element before it was deleted


"You silence our voices, but we are still heard."

HOW COOL IS THIS MARKETING?!?! Like the rebels are hacking into the capitol’s twitter!!!!

(Thanks toastbabeis and mockingjaysource for noticing it and jenliamjosh for reblogging)