Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
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Roz's huge rant about Christianity and homosexuality

What follows is not so much an exposition as a self-discovery - I am writing in order to find out what I think rather than to express a position I have solidly worked out in advance. And not all of my facts or opinions about fact are necessarily accurate - they are what I know, think I know, surmise or regard as a best guess in the circumstances. It just seems to me that the churches are as thoroughly confused as I am, and that there are some premises sitting in the evangelical anti- gay position which could do with some serious deconstruction.

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  • Had to be a London poem

    LONDON Night in a city that has licked its wounds Two thousand years. And curls around its kits Feeding and grooming heroes cowards wits Lovers and…

  • What it says

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    LORENZO ON LANIAKEIA A feather or a skeleton of leaf A spiderweb that blows in breeze when torn Out on the edge of nothing we are born Blue void's…