I am a transgender Christian woman. This is the line I often use to begin one of my presentations about being a transgender woman of faith. Then I often follow that line with these: I like to start with that because you don't often hear the words transgender and Christian in the same sentence.
When I was in high school, I secretly believed that the idea of God being ‘born’ was simply outrageous.
On January 3, 2016, Rev. Cynthia Meyer, pastor for Edgerton United Methodist Church in Edgerton, Kansas, came out to her congregation.
Thanksgiving 2011 was the first time my mother met her eldest son.
“You don’t have to say anything... just know... if you are gay the guys in the troop are still your friends and are with you.”
Every year, I try my damnedest to get excited for the holidays. I really do. I listen to holiday music for .5 seconds, consider buying the packaged eggnog at the local grocery, and panic about the gifts I haven't bought—usually to no avail.
The season of Advent guides us on a journey from darkness to light, from recognizing our great need for God to finding God’s love born in a manger.
Hi, my name is Izek, and I identify as a bi-racial queer transman (FTM). Most importantly, I identify as a Christian.
I have had positive and negative experiences coming out as transgender. Luckily, I already had supportive friends, family, and church community.
Since I was about seven or eight years old, I knew that I was not like other boys; I couldn’t throw “like a boy,” I cried easily; I wasn’t competitive. I knew deep down that I didn’t fit the “boy” pattern no matter how much I tried. Much as I wanted to please my dad, I couldn’t see well enough to catch a ball, much less hit one tossed by a pitcher.
When I was 15, my parents took me to the basement of a church in my western hometown for “therapy.”