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Never a helpmeet Part 2: The cult of lifestyle Christianity

The Christian patriarchy has a plan for world domination that involves out-reproducing feminists, liberals, heathens, secular humanists, etc. This plan is very white-America-centric. It also assumes that each subsequent generation has no apostates who leave the faith. Evangelicals typically believe in a literal hell which only their particular version of faith will save people from. This gives evangelical parents an exceptionally strong motivation to try to ensure that their children will remain believers as adults. One major theory that I remember from my own youth appeared to be that children fall away from the faith as teenagers because they are…

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Never a helpmeet Part 1: Selfish

I finished reading Quiverfull: Inside the Christian Patriarchy Movement by Kathryn Joyce (2009). I was looking for additional insight into the kinds of experiences Abby might have had growing up in a family cult based on patriarchy doctrine teachings, such as Quiverfull. The book was informative, but I found reading it to be a weird, triggering experience. I had to keep stopping to process overwhelming feelings of rage, shame, and fear, some of them buried since I was a teenager. My usual narrative of my religious past is pretty simple. I was raised as an evangelical Protestant and remain a…

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Bumbershoot, having a good time without me

A year ago I went to Bumbershoot, and wrote this, but didn’t post it: I didn’t want to have to tell you this, Bumbershoot, but this year you kind of sucked. I know, it’s hard. You’ve had a lot of turmoil, a lot of difficulty, one budget crisis after another. But is that really a good reason to jack up the single day at-the-door prices from $70 to $109? The New Orleans Jazz & Heritage festival (from which you could learn a lot) is $70 at the door next year. Are you better than Jazzfest? No, you are not. You have…

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2016 Write-a-thon Week 5 report: little failures

Halfway through the final week — we’re really in the home stretch now! (At the actual workshop, this was the point where we started painting each others’ toenails.) Accomplishment-wise, week 5 was kind of a mixed bag. I was on vacation for my birthday and was hoping to check two of my remaining goals off the list. But I actually got less writing done than in a normal work week. I think this was because my writing strategy was “optimistically carry my iPad around all day with its brand new copy of Scrivener installed and hope vaguely to snatch a…

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2016 Write-a-thon Week 3 report: the second step

My simple goal, to send out that one story to at least one place, became a quest to devise a plan for how to send out stories, period. I put some time into thinking about the process of submitting short fiction at a meta level. What is it? Is there an art to it? How many steps does it take? I realized there are, practically speaking, three steps: Match a story with a market. Polish the story for that market. Perform whatever clerical work (making printouts, etc.) is required to actually send the thing off to the editor. I think…

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2016 Write-a-thon Week 2 report: the first step

This is the Write-a-thon week 2 report. What, you missed the week 1 report? That’s because I didn’t get to it. And here it is, my week 2 report, coming in the middle of the week. That… tells you something about what’s going on in my life right now. I’m at one of those points where the setting is maximum chaos. And some of it is about what’s going on externally, and all the various distractions and time vacuums, and some of it is about the way the stress affects my brain. Sometimes, right when I need to be most…

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Saint Expedite and me: Part 2

In 2006 I started telling the “How Saint Expedite got me into Clarion West” story to anyone who seemed interested. A version of it existed on a previous version of the website. That’s how my husband’s sister Dorothy knew to call us up and say, “You know that statue that’s been in the crawlspace forever? I think it’s Saint Expedite.” We thought this unlikely, to say the least. Because there aren’t statues of Saint Expedite — not in this country, anyway. The one in New Orleans was the only one, as far as we knew. As far as anyone knew.…

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Saint Expedite and me: Part 1

During the Great Boxing Week Ice Storm of 1996  Paul and I flew to New Orleans for the first time. We spent a day crammed into SeaTac airport with thousands of other stranded travelers, as the airport gradually ran out of food, plane de-icer, civility, and hope. The airline promised us, again and again, that our prospective flight was “your best bet for getting outta here.” And, truthfully, even if we had gotten fed up enough to bag the trip and leave the airport, the entire Puget Sound region was covered in ice and without power, so where would we have gone?…

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Clarion West Write-a-thon 2016

Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon Sunday, June 19, begins the six week Write-a-Thon. What is the Write-a-thon? A fundraiser for the Clarion West writing workshop, which I attended in 2006 (10-year anniversary this year!) Clarion West is a nonprofit literary organization (501©(3), for tax purposes). Fundraisers such as the Write-a-thon help keep student costs down, and support the Clarion West mission to promote speculative fiction. The Write-a-thon is like a walk-a-thon or a dance-a-thon. My 2016 goals I have been feeling kinda bummed out and directionless lately. I probably shouldn’t admit that. It’s probably…

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Crypticon 2016: My schedule

My Crypticon panel schedule: X-Files Friday | 5:00 pm | Columbia B Horror Comics and Graphic Novels Friday | 8:00 pm | Columbia B Freak Shows Friday | 11:00 pm | Alpine Room Twin Peaks Saturday | 1:00 pm | Columbia A Remembering Bowie: The Hunger, Outside, and Bowie’s Contributions to Horror Saturday | 6:00 pm | Alpine Room Making the Leap: Writing Short Stories vs. Writing Novels Saturday | 8:00 pm | Alpine Room Neo-Paganism and Horror: Good Witch or Bad Witch? Saturday | 10:00 pm | Columbia A Surrealist Horror Sunday | 2:00 pm | Columbia B

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Mark Driscoll and the he-man woman-haters Gospel


I started writing this back when Mark Driscoll was still head of Mars Hill Church and Mars Hill Church was still a thing. I set it aside when he resigned,  thinking perhaps it wasn’t relevant anymore. 

But grifters gotta grift, I guess, and there seems to be no level of humiliation that’ll ever really get rid of con men like Driscoll. He’s all set up to pretend nothing ever happened, and get another congregation going in Arizona

Don’t be fooled. He is still the man who wrote under the pseudonym “William Wallace II.” In the original discussion thread, and also now that the statements have found a wider audience, there are some who defend Driscoll as making a “sound point” even if crudely and rudely expressed.

That’s what I want to address here. What point is Driscoll really making? And is that point sound, in a theological sense, or any sense at all? 

As a warning — in the portion that follows, I quote his words directly, in order to analyze them, and they are grotesque and vile, which should tell you something about any potential theological soundness right there. (“If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man’s religion is vain.” — James 1:26 )
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Depressed about Trump

A couple of weeks ago, on Super Tuesday, I found myself feeling depressed for what seemed like no real reason. I was obsessively checking primary results, though, and at some point I noticed an association between Trump wins and that little squeeze of sick dread. Oh, I thought to myself. I’m depressed that Donald Trump is looking like the Republican nominee. I anticipated it, but I’m depressed anyway. Huh. See the look on that baby’s face? That’s me.  I know exactly when I predicted it, too, because I wrote it out and dated it: January 1, 2016. The downside of…

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