I do not denounce my Christianity. It gave me my first taste of God. In my nativity, the angel fell from the sky and grew breasts. The 3 kings exist in the multitudes of gender: a new triad of divinity. Mary had a child without a man and Joseph loved her into the night. Delivering her baby and listening to the sound of their heartbeat. Gathered around a motel bed beholding the child of a dying world- a dog. The lamb of God bleats and bleeds dangling from the edge of self-sacrifice. I do not denounce my Christianity. I simply let the queers into the pearly gates so they can see their own rainbows between the raindrops in the clouds where we can play again.