Identity. There seems to be a question of who we really are. How life's challenges have shaped us into the women that we are today. Where would we be on the continuum if we were allowed to be ourselves from the very beginning? That is something we will never know.

What do you call yourself? Lesbian, gay, queer, homo, dyke, butch, femme, bi. Lots of choices. Some have a negative connotation. Others we permit our friends to call us but would become inflamed if the straight world hurled these names at us.

Me? I don't care. Call me what you will. Poke fun at me, slander my lifestyle, question my morals, attack my spirituality, or cast me away as deviant. Doesn't matter. I know who and what I am. I know where I came from and I know who created me. And I know and worship a God that is just and merciful.

For people to mock, scorn or condemn us for a condition beyond our control is to mock, scorn or condemn the One who made us. To punish some for something they did not do, or to judge some as sinful for being the individuals God created them to be, is neither merciful nor just.
--Michael Piazza

If my only defect is to simply have been born with an attraction to my own gender, then any other good I might perform as a Christian is just noise…..according to the right-wing fundamentalist.

According to God, I am precious, worthy and loveable.

Call me grateful.