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My Hips Don't Lie or: Burnout, Codependency, and the Moment My Body Refused to Keep Going.

November 9th, 2016, the morning after Trump’s first election, my body revolted. I literally could not walk. Like Jacob, I had spent the night wrestling with G-d and came away with a lightning strike in my hip and a limp I couldn’t ignore. For fifteen years I had been protesting injustice and bigotry. I had been begging the government to care about the marginalized, to lift oppression, to stop being so goddamn awful. I had marched hundreds of miles, tried to educate and convin

Julieanne Combest

Dec 20, 20255 min read

Spirituality Without Politics is Escapism. Politics Without Spirituality is Brutality.~Andrew Harvey

When I came out of the closet at nineteen and left the passionate Christianity of my adolescence, I had to channel my fire somewhere. My early queer days were spent in activist education. My roommates and new friends introduced me to Angela Davis, Audre Lorde, bell hooks, Take Back the Night rallies, queer liberation, and the mind-blowing politics of reproductive choice and anti-racism. In the following years I attended the March for Women’s Lives in DC, protested George W

Julieanne Combest

Dec 20, 20256 min read

From Fanatic Fundamentalism to Queer Liberation: An Exodus

A year ago I left a cult. We are all just searching for the one thing that will make us feel whole again. In my bones I am a mystic—a Scorpio born on All Souls Day and raised by a pastor, I have always straddled worlds. My childhood was full of evangelical preaching, ecstatic praise dancing, and praying in tongues. I loved it. I spent hours a day studying the Bible and talking to G-d. I went to church multiple times a week: youth group, Bible Study, revival services, prayer

Julieanne Combest

Dec 20, 20254 min read