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MY BIRD IS SITTING IN THE TOP CORNER OF HER CAGE CALLING MY DOG’S NAME AND ASKING IF HE WANTS A TREAT AND IF HE WANTS TO GO TO OUTSIDE AND HE’S TOO STUPID TO REALIZE IT’S HER SO EVERYTIME SHE SAYS SOMETHING HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE
SHE LAUGHS EVERYTIME TOO AND NOW HE’S JUMPING ON ME AND BARKING AND GETTING MAD AT ME LIKE OLIVER TURN AROUND AND LOOK IN THAT HUGE ASS CAGE AND BEG HER FOR A FUCKING TREAT OR SOMETHING.
Just a little sketch/test of Nova from Threadworldsas I work out the art process. Still coloring digitally, but messing around here with inking on paper. Trying to keep things loose and lively. Happy accidents!
Mythos in “I’m gonna kick your butt and look sexy whilest doing so!” pose… Just kidding, I’m practicing on getting faster work done. This took me about 2 and a half hours.
Mythos is my Sphinx Character that I want to get to the point where I will be able to write a decent story about.
Sorry if this is weird, but can I ask how do you keep your identity as gay while still being first and foremost being identified as saved in Christ? One of my church leaders told me that she was worried I was making my asexual identity an idol over God, and I can honestly see why she was worried, but I don’t think I can just give up my asexual identity in order to follow God. But, I also don’t want it to be an idol anymore. Did you ever struggle with this, or something like it?
As Christians, we all have many parts to our identity. No two Christians are the same. I often hear Christians mention their gender, race, nationality, denomination, or other identifying features without incident, but when someone mentions their orientation, they can get a lot of criticism from those who say their identity should only be in Christ.
But is that true? Is it wrong to identify yourself in other ways beyond your Christian identity? After having made us as unique beings, is God’s goal really to take all that uniqueness back, turning us into identical Christian robots with no other identifying features?
No. I think “your identity should only be in Christ” is one of those Christianese phrases that sounds good until you think about it and realize that it’s actually not very Christian at all! God’s people are diverse, and that’s how God made us. The Bible describes our differences as a good thing.
When people say your identity should be in Christ, I think what they actually mean is two things:
1. Your primary allegiance should be to Christ, not to the things of this world. So if being a Christian conflicts in some way with my identity as an American, for instance, my allegiance to Christ should win out. This doesn’t mean I stop identifying myself as an American; it just means that if my country asks me to do something that goes against Christ, Christ wins.
2. As Christians, we shouldn’t be divided by our differences. This is what Paul is talking about when he says, “In Christ, there is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.”
But that doesn’t mean that we have to stop talking about any of the ways we’re different from each other.
What makes you you? Okay, you’re a Christian. But you might also be gay or straight or bi or asexual or transgender or male or female or American or a Cowboys fan or a gamer or a cat lover or an engineer or a foodie or Latino or ginger or a fashionista or a musician or a blogger or an introvert or an extrovert or anything else that makes you who you are.
Yes, if you set any of these things up as an “idol”—if it becomes a more important part of your identity than following God—then I see the cause for concern. But there’s nothing wrong with having a unique and multifaceted identity, acknowledging that God created you as a complex person. That’s a good thing!
If having any identity other than “in Christ” were a sin, it would be wrong for Christians to wear national flag pins or paint their faces for sporting events or even pick a bathroom when the doors are labeled “men” and “women.” Being asexual is no different. It’s a part of who you are, but not the whole of who you are. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
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Oh have I got one for you.
So, I grew up in a financially strapped household with lots of kids. So we were always buying in bulk. Cheap bulk. It lead to us getting things like this, a 6 lb can of cheap peanut butter:
Now, we’d always had this in the house since a main staple was PB toast, PB sandwich (no J sometimes cause we didn’t have it) and just spoonfuls of PB to help with acid reflux, sore throats, quick snack or just a way to keep 4 hyperactive kids quiet for a few minutes in the same manner of watching a dog lick the roof of it’s mouth for a while after giving it a glob of the PB.
Ever since I was about 6 or 8, I’ve always had a certain urge every time I saw a brand new can of this opened (Which was roughly once every two months) and that was to just shove my whole arm into the can. At that age, it would have easily gone up to my elbow. I don’t know why I felt this urge, but I did. Luckily, I suppressed it….Until I was 14.
I’m 14, home alone after school and making some PB toast for a snack when lo and behold…I get to peel open a brand spanking new can and mar up that perfectly smooth surface. This was a rare occurrence and I wanted to savor it. What would I write in it with the knife for the next person to find? Do I try to carve something into it? Then I remembered my childhood urge of wanting to just shove my arm into it.
I do it. I don’t point my fingers to make it easy, no, it’s open palm hand print with fingers splayed as I shove my hand into a cardboard can full of 6 lbs of PB and it is glorious. I didn’t care that physics dictates that stuff and mass means that PB was being pushed up and out. It was fairly viscous and stuck mostly to my exposed arm. I got almost all of my forearm in this and wiggled my fingers. I pulled my arm out and looked at the massive blob of PB and giggled thinking of the old classic movie “The Blob”. I didn’t use a knife and just rubbed the toast on my PB gauntlet and that’s when I heard it…
A key unlocking the front door.
OH SHIT. I was scrambling to get my hand back in the can to scrape off the mass of peanut butter and clean up this mess. I don’t register the multiple voices until I hear my mom call my name and I look up. She was standing there with her friends that she had invited over looking at her eldest and first born, 14 year old, 3.5 GPA rocking daughter trying to scrape 6 lbs of PB off her arm and into a can.
There was no talking my way out of this or explaining any of it. We stared at each other for what must have been a solid minute before she just guided her friends out of the kitchen and left me to finish cleaning up my mess.
We stopped buying the 6lb cans of peanut butter after that.
