I’m having a tiring week so I’m losing myself in other folks posts instead of writing mine, as a self-care strategy. Ran into this beautiful post by the Thug Scholar on the sacred queerness and transness of Vodou.
On Haitian Independence Day, we continue to resist to over two hundred years of Black resistance against France and the United States who repeatedly try to impede on the country’s political and economic future. We cannot champion Haiti’s existence as a Black republic without also affirming the beauty of Vodou, and the outlet it continues to provide for queer Haitians to express the deepest part of themselves as people of African heritage.
I was not born of Haitian descent: as a young Black queer woman in the United States who felt alienated from local churches that didn’t yet affirm her sexual and gender identity, the discovery of sacred queerness in Vodou powerfully resonates, continuing to affirm that Blackness and LGBTQ identities can co-exist beautifully in the spiritual and material realm. I bear witness to Ezulie Freda when femmes sissy walk and death drop to the floor. Dantor has me feeling myself when I rock a backwards fitted and strut the pavement in my worn Timberlands. It’s the Ghedes who speak to me when Black Queens perform Beyoncé without the slightest faux pas. While I was busy trying to restructure the conservative Christian rhetoric of my upbringing that had me aching for acceptance, with Vodou, it was there waiting for me to find it. One doesn’t have to queer Haitian Vodou—by Divine Principle, it queers you.
That last line has to be my favorite.