RedHead Confetti

This post is just, at its most basic, a hat tip to a gent by the name of John Shore. Shore wrote a book that made me laugh my ass off when I bought it, I'm OK--you're not! About the lousy way Christians treat non-Christians. He was sensitive to our reactions when we're threatened with hell, he was understanding that there are lots of ways to God, and he is absolutely not a fundie. So, when he posted a letter to IFB survivors on his blog, as well as some resources for people escaping that hate and abuse, I wanted to share it. He is a progressive christian, so his blog is religious in nature. I don't hold that against him, because he seems to be one of what I call "a real" christian: he cares about people, not whether you're doing what he thinks you should be doing. I also never got the feeling, reading his work, that he's trying to convert anyone. Anyway, if you want more information on the craziness, or are in need of some good resources to help...

Quick note: I recently stumbled across a blog by a gent in the UK who was raised fundie-- he's writing about what he learned, lived through and what fundies believe. You might, if you're interested, take a peek. I have enjoyed reading his blog ( Leaving Fundamentalism ) so far, and his upcoming book (that I don't know the name of) is on my list of Books To Get! He doesn't know I'm linking back to him, so this isn't a link-for-link thing. I just wanted to share a good read. He's done an excellent job of explaining the weird craziness that fundies put themselves and their brains through-- far better than I could do, I think. Anyway, on to the blog. Last week I read an article on Jezebel that linked back to Good As You and mentioned Focus on the Family. I don't like FotF, for many many reasons. I grew up listening to their radio programs. They were on the Christian Radio channel my mother's radio was glued to, 24/7. For a time, FotF ...

  Trigger Warning: This blog is about recent developments in the LDS community and LGBTQQIA rights. It also comes down on your average Mormon pew-sitter. I don't intend to pull punches when I deal with any branch of Christianity-- even the fringe/smaller ones like Mormons. When you're the majority in any group, you need to be more than mindful-- you need to be reminded! What you do is important, it has consequences. You can't shove your head in the sand and pretend it isn't so whilst trumpeting how much of a "christian nation" the US is (albeit in  your own mind). It's getting to be time to put up, or shut up. If you don't think they're "real christians", you're wrong-- they profess belief is Jesus as the child of God. If you really want to know, take a look at The Ontario Consultants on Religious Tolerance's Mormon page, they're very good, very open and honest.  But, first, some background. So a couple years ago, the Mo...

Trigger Warning: This blog is about a homophobic video that's making the rounds on the internet. The worst part of the vid is that it's a teeny little boy singing on it. If you're unable to handle such things, please skip this blog with my apologies. It's a shitty thing that I wrote about. Well, ranted, profaned, and wrote about. However, if you're a christian and haven't thrown a fit over this egregious abuse of a child- Fuck you! If you've celebrated your religious freedom and laughed at how precious he is, Fuck you! The minute you claim to be christian and are OK with this vid is the minute you stop being anything remotely like a follower of that Jesus Dude you claim to love so much. Grow up, you pathetic little shits and act like adults. Yes, I'm angry, and I'm hurt, and I'm scared. How many other little kids are out there being taught the exact same thing, with the encouragement of every single christian in the US.  Remember,...

My Grandparents are missionaries. I know, I've mentioned them before, and kept saying I'd explain and explore that one. I finally got around-to-it, and so, here it is. But of course, background first. My Grandmother (B) divorced my biological Grandfather (K) when I was about three or four years old. My mother cut him out of her life very quickly, and I was told that he was a horrible drunk who beat B and my mother and her siblings mercilessly. That clashed weirdly with the man I remembered in a handful of very early memories. My Grandpa K was a nice man, very sweet and gentle to me and always ready for a hug in that Grandpa way. I remember being told, when I was maybe 12 and asked about that difference, “Well, he loves you very much; he was just never much of a father.” I was also told many times, “He loves you in his own way,” but it wasn't until I was older that I understood what the hell that meant.* B moved to New Mexico a couple years later near my Gre...