Micah contacted Louisiana Words and was excited to participate in this writing movement. He also hopes to help build the Louisiana Words family in Baton Rouge. He is Communications Director at Capital City Alliance, Secretary of the Board at Louisiana Trans Advocates and Communications Coordinator at Equality Louisiana (EQLA) Micah says, "I just write to describe something that is happening to me or around me. I really look at how the body can be used creatively to communicate, so a lot of the stuff I write is a description of some corporeal experience." Micah's style and vision is welcomed.
It’s forgettable- the number of times I was called a “fucking faggot” as a kid. As a former child of god, I wasn’t expected to know what those words meant. I was taught that repentance was vital to achieving everlasting life. My momma made me go to church every Sunday. I said my prayers as I was told. But I eventually learned that Catholicism was never my sanctuary. Christianity was never my safe-haven. God never stopped the cheap shots. He never once prevented the harassment or pure embarrassment that I felt from the words of my “kin in Christ.” Now, picture me- a helpless faggot, blinded by the incandescent lights of an old catholic church. I was home from college spending Spring Break in my former hellscape. So, naturally, my momma yet again made me go to church. This time, on a Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday. When I was among the folks from home, I felt out of place. So much that I’d imagine camouflaging myself. Like saber-tooth in hiding. But the difference? I had a far mo...
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