Dedicated to my friend, Gideon Addington, who took his own life December 12, 2009. I miss you, brother. And the rest of you, call me, dammit. I'm around.
This world is queer indeed, and those who wish to play it straight are failing to see that new horizons are declared holy and we are propelled on in courage not certainty. Where are those who will sit with the fear and uncertainty and not flee in the face of a queer god -- the early followers fled in the face of a crucified god, very queer in the Jewish world! They fled to 'life as normal' but it didn't work--it can never work because life if fully engaged is far from normal. Norms are easy conveniences for those who like surveys and statistics, they are not for those who live. Life can never be normal for those who embrace the flesh as divine, those who are lovers of god through that flesh in all its diverse glory.
Theology that has incarnation at its heart is queer indeed. What else so fundamentally challenges the nature of human and divine identity? That the divine immersed itself in flesh, and that flesh is now divine, is queer theology at its peak. There can be no sanitation here, or something of the divine essence will be lost--it is not the genetically modified, metaphysical Son of God that declares the divine-human conjunction, but the screaming baby born amidst the cow shit and fleas, covered in his birthing blood and received into the uncertain arms of his child/mother, who declares salvation for all. Male theologians have preferred to distance themselves from these all too earthy moments and in doing so have missed the point--the divine is earthy, messy and partial and is to be found there in all its glory, not in splendid doctrine stripped of all humanness.
Marcella Althaus-Reid and Lisa Isherwood, eds., The Sexual Theologian: Essays On Sex, God and Politics (New York: T&T Clark, 2004), 7.