I'm spending a lot of time thinking and my work is really heavy for me to handle lately. So I needed an activity to take my mind off it, but still be productive. I went to the local Pride Festival with leave-behinds, business cards and small prints to give away and hopefully snag some attention and models. I wanted to talk to people about what they think about religion and how they fit in that context as lgbtq peoples.
I came out of it quite disappointed and discouraged. Every person I came up to told me that they couldn't participate because my work was blasphemous. Surprisingly this is one of the first times I'm getting such a negative response, the "blasphemous" comment, and from a member of the queer community!
I then started thinking about our ties to the church and the church's ties to how we determine what's right and what's wrong. Everything we know about morality is based on the teachings of the church or the fear of hell. The promise of heaven for the good outlives our dedication to the church. Somehow, no matter how far away we are from the church we are still living lives that are ran by its doctrines.
Thence, came the "mea culpa" series.