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Title: Five Ways Stephen Reconciled His Faith And His Sexuality
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: past "Stephen"/Jonathan; a cat named after Ronald Reagan; "Stephen"/Lorraine; OCs; P. K. Winsome; angel!Feist; Jon/"Stephen"
Contents: varying religious views; rapid tense shifts; lots of tears; mystic poetry. Emotional abuse in #2 (of the ex-gay flavor). Self-harm in #3 (of the canon flavor).
( Two disclaimers, with love )
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lgbtfest prompt: "2575. RPF - Pundits, "Stephen Colbert"/Jon Stewart - Stephen struggles to reconcile his faith and his sexuality." The operative word here being "struggles."
The poem is translated by Coleman Barks in The Essential Rumi; full text can be found here. Shortly afterwards, Stephen quotes this treatise on sin by Richard Simpson.
Author's own religious views do not actually appear in this fic.
( She's wearing silk, although not enough of it to stop smooth flesh from brushing against his neck, freshly washed and smelling like soap and lavender. Which means that if he values his spot on the mattress, he's going to spend the rest of the evening envisioning Daniel Craig's abs. )
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: past "Stephen"/Jonathan; a cat named after Ronald Reagan; "Stephen"/Lorraine; OCs; P. K. Winsome; angel!Feist; Jon/"Stephen"
Contents: varying religious views; rapid tense shifts; lots of tears; mystic poetry. Emotional abuse in #2 (of the ex-gay flavor). Self-harm in #3 (of the canon flavor).
( Two disclaimers, with love )
This follows an unclaimed
lgbtfest prompt: "2575. RPF - Pundits, "Stephen Colbert"/Jon Stewart - Stephen struggles to reconcile his faith and his sexuality." The operative word here being "struggles."The poem is translated by Coleman Barks in The Essential Rumi; full text can be found here. Shortly afterwards, Stephen quotes this treatise on sin by Richard Simpson.
Author's own religious views do not actually appear in this fic.
( She's wearing silk, although not enough of it to stop smooth flesh from brushing against his neck, freshly washed and smelling like soap and lavender. Which means that if he values his spot on the mattress, he's going to spend the rest of the evening envisioning Daniel Craig's abs. )
