June is Pride Month, a month of profound and unending gratitude for me. I am an openly queer and disabled clergy person. Without the radical dreaming and action from our queer and disabled ancestors, my path would not be possible.
Disability and Queerness have always been intertwined, from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) classifying homosexuality a mental illness, to Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS) disabling millions of queer community members. In the disability community our love and embodiment has always been queer. Our communities know how to love and embrace people and lifestyles that do not fit the norm.
I am named after a disabled and queer uncle who passed away from AIDS in the 1980s. He was a committed advocate against discrimination toward queer people with AIDS in the workplace. His death was the catalyst for my grandparents to join our LGBTQ affirming church. While there, they created AIDS support groups at the church, and slowly became surrogate parents for many queer people whose families had abandoned them. [continue reading…]