I am a proud feminist. I'm pro-choice. I advocate for comprehensive sexuality education and reproductive justice. I teach courses on theology, gender, and sexuality. I want to steal Beyonce's set from the VMAs and keep it in my living room. And I do all those things not in spite of my faith, but because of it.
Beyoncé and I share a birthday. On September 4, one of us will be 50 years old. By reading that sentence out loud, it marks the first time I acknowledge what I've been silently obsessing about for the better part of a year. I'm actually turning 50. In countless ways, that fact seems impossible to me.