It was the day after Thanksgiving 2006. My entire extended family had gathered at my brother’s “cabin” on the banks of the South Fork of the Snake River for a traditional turkey dinner the day before. My mother and step-dad went home to Pocatello after dinner, but the rest of us stayed overnight, sleeping on couches or wherever else we could find a soft spot.
They say freedom isn't free. This is something I know very well. Authenticity is also not free. Lack of authenticity has its cost, as well. The price of authenticity is often added to the cost of living inauthentically and the burden is carried by everyone whose life touches any human being for whom the struggle for authenticity is also a struggle for life and death.
It's 9:30 on Sunday morning. I show up to work with my shirt buttoned to the collar and my boots shined to a glossy black. I choose not to wear a tie most Sundays. The chain on my wallet swings freely from my back right pocket as I swagger in, copy of the liturgy in hand.
I believe transgender people are highly spiritual beings and for centuries have been systematically removed from our divinely ordered place in society.
An interview with Chris Paige about Transfaith’s newest resource, the Transfaith Memorial Garden.
Starting at 10am on March 22, 2015, history took place in the state of Tennessee.
The first March for Transgender Visibility and Rights took place in Nashville, Tennessee.
When I first came out to my friends and loved ones as a non-binary trans person, I was forced to take a leap of faith I really wasn’t sure I wanted to take. I didn’t yet have the language to well describe my experience, who I was becoming, or how people could better understand what it meant for me.
Each November LGBT centers, local groups, and churches host events for Transgender Day of Remembrance. It’s a single evening, a few hours, dedicated to memorializing those who were violently murdered for being transgender.
I walk in two worlds. As a queer person of faith, my lived experience is a series of negotiations between contexts that affirm either my Queerness, or my Faith Walk. It is not unusual for a context that is life giving to one of these facets of my being to not make much room for the other.