Affirming


Greedy: Notes from a Bisexual Who Wants Too Much
My Shadow is Pink (My Shadow, #1)
Hannah Coulter
Separation of Church and Hate: A Sane Person's Guide to Taking Back the Bible from Fundamentalists, Fascists, and Flock-Fleecing Frauds
The Salt Path
The Cave Downwind of the Café
Paddington’s Twelve Days of Christmas
Is the Homosexual My Neighbor? A Positive Christian Response (Revised and Updated)
Advent
How Winston Came Home for Christmas: A Christmas Story in Twenty-Four-and-a-Half Chapters
How Winston Delivered Christmas
The Widening of God's Mercy: Sexuality Within the Biblical Story
North of Nowhere: Song of a Truth and Reconciliation Commissioner
The Savvy Ally: A Guide for Becoming a Skilled LGBTQ+ Advocate
White Fragility: Why It's So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism
De Rerum Natura by David HillstromQueering Lent by SlatsIn the Shelter by Pádraig Ó Tuamathe kin-dom in the rubble by Avery ArdenLIGHT by keaton st. james
Queer Christian Poetry
63 books — 10 voters

Matt Haig
It is easy to mourn the lives we aren't living. Easy to wish we'd developed other other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we'd worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular, stayed in the band, gone to Australia, said yes to the coffee or done more bloody yoga. It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn't make and the work we didn't do the people we didn't do and the people we didn't marry and the children we didn't have. It is not diffi ...more
Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

Emil M. Cioran
Have you looked at yourself in the mirror when nothing stood between you and death? Have you questioned your eyes? And by looking into them, have you then understood that you cannot die? Your pupils dilated by conquered terror are more impenetrable than the Sphinx. From their glassy immobility a certitude, strangely tonic in its brief mysterious form, is born: you cannot die. It comes from the silence of our gaze meeting itself, the Egyptian calmness of a dream facing the terror of death. Each t ...more
Emil M. Cioran, Tears and Saints

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