every time I see LGBTQ discourse I think about that post that said masc cis lesbians get kicked out of bathrooms as cruelly as trans people do so why the fuck are some lesbians transphobic , and I think about how homophobes won’t check for your sexuality before calling us slurs and I think about how my local dyke March considers anyone who identifies as a dyke a dyke because fuck rainbow capitalism we are here to fight for our lives and I think about how my best friends are bisexual and I think about how lesbians have been loving each other in ways that the gender binary has never been able to understand(and never will) and I think about that post that says the worst thing the right did was convince queer people other queer people were the enemy
This touches on something I feel like most Christians (cultural and/or practicing) reaaaaallllly don’t get which is that rabbis traditionally aren’t clergy/priests in the Christian sense.
A rabbi isn’t a divinely-ordained speaker-for-God whose primary role is leading worship. Traditionally, rabbis are experts in Jewish law, practice, culture, history, etc.
A rabbi doesn’t have any sacred/spiritual/magical powers to bless things that any other Jew doesn’t have. (And that’s not how blessing things works in Judaism anyway. It’s an expression of gratitude, not a transmutation or instillation of magic divine power.)
The reason a rabbi is involved is to *make sure everything’s being done correctly.* Because they’re an *expert*.
Not to “bless” anything to fill it with godpowers or whatever.
Yes yes this.
You call in a rabbi to supervise and make sure that a kosher food production facility is set up properly the same way that you call in a master electrician to check and make sure all the lines are set up correctly. The electrician isn’t blessing your production line any more than the rabbi is - they’re both there to make sure shit is being done right.
So what you’re saying. Is the rabbi is like kOSHA?
Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler splashing stripes of paint onto cheap white flags and trying to sell them at a premium because they’re new, exclusive genders, made only 5 minutes ago by a gay council on a mountain somewhere
Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler offering to sell portions of his own gender in a time-share type situation to people who can’t afford a whole gender
Saint Paul having its own pride festival separate from the main twin cities pride is the most Saint Paul move ever
The Saint Paul pride festival getting rained on is also the most Saint Paul mood ever
Sometimes a found family is a ten thousand year old woman inhabiting the body of her best friend (who killed her), a hot swordswoman, a nerdy librarian who’s sharing a body with the swordswomen, and a literal planet (who doesn’t know she’s a planet) and is stuck in the body of a necromancer nun from pluto. And that’s okay.
Michael Burnham be like: this is my sexy boyfriend who can talk to animals, this the mushroom guy, these are my bridge lesbians, this is my first officer who went through second puberty and no longer fears death, and this is the genocidal dictator I dragged here from an alternate universe whose history of war crimes and cannibalism I overlook because of unresolved guilt at letting my version of her die and she’s fine with it cuz she can use me as a second chance with her adopted daughter whom she murdered for treason,
