And not even like how I would come back to Norwood from Smith (where I felt wicked conservative) and feel wicked radical 'cause I was, for example, an ally to the polyamorous community.
I was not a fan of this morning's worship (though I did like the sermon better than last night's), and the workshop I went to was mostly useless, but Intersections Plenary? Which I thought was supposed to be about Race and Religion. Was I guess White Privilege 101. Complete with bonus ableismn. (Doing the Walk/Circle of Privilege and repeatedly saying "take a step" WHEN ONE OF THE PARTICIPANTS IS IN A WHEELCHAIR. That is exponentially worse than last night's sermon-giver talking about "lame excuses" and then later quoting Scriptrue which uses "lame" in the "physically-impaired" sense -- which reminded me that I still owe comment replies to this entry.)
I told Ari last night: "Convo has been, worth coming to, despite its not being awesome. There's been stuff that's made me feel energized to (continue to) work to make the church the welcoming and inclusive place it is called to be (often in reaction to stuff not being awesome, rather than being inspired by positive stuff, but it's better than just being depressed and demoralized by the not-awesome), and there have been moments when I have totally loved Marla."