The Quiet Ecstasy of Nothingness
I am 16 when I realize there is nothing listening to prayers. Not just my prayers, but all prayers, whispered, or sung, or screamed at the top of exalting lungs to any of the multitude of deities. Funny enough, I’m …
Manon Sandra and the Virgin Mary
Holy $#!†: Catholic bodies & queer performance
A crash course in the two-way street of fascination between queer and catholic and the tense relationship between the sacred and the profane. Beneath every image of the sacred is an armature for the profane. No matter the religious iconography …