Resurrection and Resistance: Easter Through a Queer Lens

By RICHIE D. MOWREY for The Sassy Gazette (The Gossip You Didn’t Know You Needed)

Easter Sunday. A day of pastel suits, sugary baskets, and sermons about resurrection. For many, it’s a time of hope, rebirth, and spiritual renewal.

But for the LGBTQ+ community, Easter can carry more complicated meanings—especially for those raised in religious traditions that taught them to fear, hide, or pray away who they were.

Let’s talk about it.

The Cross and the Closet

Many queer folks grew up hearing they had to die to their “sinful nature”—not metaphorically, but emotionally, socially, spiritually. Churches that preached resurrection often demanded the burial of identity.

For some, Easter meant watching the same congregation that condemned them burst into joyful hymns about love and forgiveness—without a hint of irony.

But here’s the twist: Easter is actually a queer story.

It’s about someone cast out by power structures, betrayed by friends, sentenced to death—and then rising up anyway. If that doesn’t sound like the queer experience in a nutshell, what does?

Chosen Family, Not Just Bloodlines

While traditional Easter is often family-centric, it can be isolating for LGBTQ+ people rejected by relatives.

But many have reclaimed the day as a celebration with chosen family—those who see you, love you, and don’t ask you to shrink.

From drag brunches with bunny ears to queer-led sunrise meditations, Easter has been queered in the most beautiful way: by refusing to stay in a tomb built by hate.

Faith and the Fierce

Let’s not forget: not all queer people walk away from faith. Some kick down the temple doors and make space at the table.

From LGBTQ+ affirming churches to queer theologians redefining scripture, there’s a resurrection of belief happening too—one where love actually means love.

This Easter, Let’s Celebrate:

The trans youth finding their voice in a world trying to silence them.
The queer elders who survived the plague and the pulpit.
The drag queens who turn “Sunday best” into an act of holy defiance.
And every LGBTQ+ soul who’s ever crawled out of shame and into their truth.

Because if Easter is about resurrection, then honey—we’ve been rising for decades.

Disclaimer: All visuals in this post were created using AI to help bring the story to life with bold artistic impact. At The Sassy Gazette, we use every creative tool we can—from lipstick to lightning bolts of code—to make our storytelling shine.

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