The weekend after my husband and I returned from our honeymoon, more than 50 relative strangers prepared a blessing for us. We had found the parish only two weeks before departing for our wedding extravaganza. We had been greeted by almost everyone in the building on...
I hit puberty as the American shopping mall was taking its final, dying breaths. I only entered the hallowed halls of Victoria's Secret to grab bottles of the body spray I'd douse myself with before and after gym class.
When I began my work in disability theology, I hadn't begun to integrate my Catholic faith with the queer experience, beyond simply treating my LGBTQ+ friends like I would anyone else. I did not enter grad school with any vested interest in queer theology, but...