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In a chapel cloaked with centuries of incense and religious beliefs, the whispered prayers of the faithful once drowned out any voice that didn’t fit the mold of tradition. But lately, something astonishing has begun to stir and shine through; the doors of the Church—long sealed to many queer individuals—are creaking open. The shift isn’t seismic yet. It’s more like sunlight dripping through an old, heavy wooden door. It's surreal, but it is real.

In a chapel cloaked with centuries of incense and religious beliefs, the whispered prayers of the faithful once drowned out any voice that didn’t fit the mold of tradition. But lately, something astonishing has begun to stir and shine through; the doors of the Church—long sealed to many queer individuals—are creaking open. The shift isn’t seismic yet. It’s more like sunlight dripping through an old, heavy wooden door. It's surreal, but it is real.

Taking One Rainbow Step at a Time

Let history show that this was the century when the Church—slow-moving, stubborn, sacred—finally began to walk with all its children.

Jun 302 min read

Colors are binary. The common blue for boys, Pink for girls— A deviation is unordinary But what of hues do they never name? Ones that burn brighter than the flame?

Colors are binary. The common blue for boys, Pink for girls— A deviation is unordinary But what of hues do they never name? Ones that burn brighter than the flame?

Free in Every Hue

Colors are binary. The common blue for boys, Pink for girls— A deviation is unordinary But what of hues do they never name? Ones that burn brighter

Jun 281 min read

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