“A Sinner in Mecca”

by kawrage

I remember feeling out of place when I entered a mosque for the first time in…was it 6 years? I remember feeling markedly different and I remember telling my friend who was with me that I couldn’t help feeling like I was polluting it. I was on the verge of tears.

I understand that mosques are intimate spaces and exclusion from mosques can feel like an expulsion form one’s community.

I understand how queerness can feel like a mark on one’s skin.

Which is why I have no patience for Parvez Sharma’s sensationalist film on performing hajj as a gay man