Creative Studio

Christianity depends on women’s bodies while disciplining them. From Eve to Mary, blood, birth, and blame shape the faith’s imagination. This essay traces how patriarchy became theology, and why any honest deconstruction must reckon with the women who carry the cost.

The Faith That Formed Me I grew up in Jamaica, in a society that has never been famed for its tolerance of non-heterosexual identities, inside a conservative, fundamentalist denomination that codified my religious imagination long before I ever chose what to believe. I learned early on that “gay” was an insult, a punchline, a pejorative…