What is sin?

Locked cage or guidepost?

A mean look in the street?

Is it a feeling?

Does it go away?

Or does it leave you wanting more?

I say it is definable by many things

Harm caused by one to another

To the earth or to self

But from what I hear nowadays

They have written that sin is whatever makes them uncomfortable

And yet they’ve stepped on bones to climb

Up to their high place where they cannot be touched

By the unclean

It is built up resentment

Of seeing us fly while their feet are planted on the ground

It makes them seethe

From jealousy and hate

Because they cannot see the truth of it

That queerness is far from sin

Queerness is holy

And it is joy and truth and bravery and respect and hope

Hope in the midst of something that feels utterly hopeless

Spitting in the face of prejudice and death

Like those who have before us

Lighting candles on the table next to the flowers

Feasting with friends, laughter rolling off our tongues and into the night

Hot passion in strange apartments

Nails digging lines into old bedsheets

A vintage dress, flowing and elegant

The spark of joy in their eyes when they see me

His wet lips and their pretty glasses and zier kind presence and her crackling spirit and my own smile

Dancing, with lovers in the rain

Cheek to cheek and heart to heart

Water dripping down the tip of one’s nose

To be queer is to be vulnerable

And is to be strong

Stronger than the heat

And the ice

Not just because we were built to last

But because

No matter how much they hate

We will always have something so much stronger