FUCK YEAH! THEOLOGY

We were talking about churches condoning (or not) same-sex unions in class and my prof raised an important notion. Same-sex marriage is, for the first time in awhile, FORCING the church/churches to think about sex and realize how inadequate their views on sex and sexual ethics are. He suggested that maybe we ought to let the issue dangle for a little bit longer because frankly, there are a whole host of sexual issues which need to be reexamined and Aunt Betty just can’t help herself when she sees Fred and Bob hugging on Sundays. She’s thinking about the sex. Hell, I’m thinking about the sex. In fact, as we talked about later in our discussion group, most people are thinking about the sex. There’s something about seeing a gay couple that makes most people think SEX! whether you’re gay, straight, bi, homophobic, or addicted to homoeroticism -cough-. Poor Aunt Betty. Now she has to think about gay sex all Sunday while she’s trying to listen to the minister (story of my life, lady.) So if enough Aunt Betties (plural?) start thinking about it they’ll all eventually be forced to deal with it and not just the prominent issues like marriage and rites of passage like coming out, but about the big dirty S word that the church loves to incorporate into everything they do but never talk about.

Elisabeth Ohlson, Palm Sunday

Forgive that this photo is terrible quality :D

I just wrote this paper on the eroticism on the passion narrative, amidst other things. And this picture is what inspired it. There was something I said like, ‘Jesus is bound, stripped, mocked, flogged, and humiliated by other men in front a crowd for their viewing pleasure. This line wouldn’t feel out of place in an erotic novel…’

Trufax. Sounds like something I would read.

Images like these make me just go… what? Seriously? Am I the only one seeing it? Jesus’ hands are bound behind his back, his robe is falling off and he’s standing before a man sitting in a throne. I’m seriously waiting for Pilate to throw his own robe aside and tell him to get on his knees. This is easier to imagine when you don’t think of it as Jesus, but for some reason sex is like off limits for Jesus. Our Jesus has no genitals, which is silly really because he obviously did. And so do we, even though many Christians would like to forget about them.

I mean, look at Jesus! Seriously… if you’re a horrible person like me, you’re thinking this looks like it should lead to pronz. Okay, I’ve been assured I am not a horrible person for this. What it is is that we just can’t handle seeing Jesus in a place where we’d see something erotic. That picture is so erotic, so sexy, so hot to me and then “OHWAIT that’s Jesus. Well, shit. Guess it can’t be sexy anymore,” sets in.

Just sayin’.

Robert E. Goss says that “to say Jesus the Christ is queer is to say that God identifies with us and our experiences of injustice… Resurrection is God’s ultimate queer surprise.”

Ultimate queer surprise, eh? First thing I thought of was surprise!buttsecks.

But I suppose resurrection is pretty fucking queer as well. Just like a virgin birth. I love Christianity, lmfao.

Read about this amazing group the Gospel Girls in a book called Gay Religion, edited by Thuma and Gray. It has some amazing esays. You should check it out. The above photo is of Morticia DeVille who lead the Gospel Girls for 20-some years. I got this from her myspace, in case you care, lol.