religion
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The Satanic Children’s Big Book of Activities
After a judge ruled that religious pamphlets could be handed out in Orange County, Florida, the Satanic Temple, Salon reports, is responding with the dissemination of its own literature: The Satanic Children’s Big Book of Activities.
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The Rumpus Interview with Scott Cheshire
High as the Horses’ Bridles author Scott Cheshire discusses faith, apostasy, and apocalyse.
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The Eager
We were then young girls and our want was written on our skins. Between our legs and along our necks and wrists, our skin craved friction and more friction.
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Searching for Santería
Isnael felt spirits. That was how he first realized he had a calling, and that it was Santería.
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On Homosexuality and Wrestling with a Faith that Doesn’t Want You
In Chelsea Station magazine, Brian Bouldrey writes about editing Wrestling with the Angel: Faith and Religion in the Lives of Gay Men, and about how he’s still wrestling with faith and homosexuality: I realized that there were these others, these…
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What Happens When You Never Talk About Religion
In an interview with Jonathan Lee at The Paris Review, Joshua Ferris addresses why his new novel, To Rise Again at a Decent Hour, “starts from the question of whether there’s a kind of private language and intimacy to religion…
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The Rumpus Interview with David Schickler
Writer David Schickler talks about his memoir The Dark Path, the equal pulls of religion and sex, and why having a sense of humor matters.
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My Eyes Are Watching God
In me there are many houses. In me there are many doors with glittering knobs. Around my waist is a cord full of keys.
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A Zealot and a Poet
I like to imagine him out there on his beast of burden, vast grey country on all sides and a book of poetry open in his hand. It is a romantic image and, when I think only of it, I…
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Spit and Mud
What I remember most about church is all the sitting, standing, and kneeling, the stink of incense, the calm of the priest’s voice, the hard wooden pews, and not really understanding why every Sunday, I found myself, alongside my family,…
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PK
My dad smells like myrrh. My younger sister Madeline and I hide beneath his robes while he shakes parishioners’ hands at the back of the church. We think we’re hidden, but people can see our shiny Mary Janes. And of…
