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​Welcome back to another Queer Christian Family Values (QCFV) Podcast with your hosts Alex Burchnell and Andrew Cox. In this episode we discuss Leviticus 18:22 and 20:13, spoiler it’s not about LGBTQ+ identities and their relationships! Enjoy!

Welcome back to another episode of Queer Christian Family Values (QCFV) Podcast with your hosts, Andrew Harrison Cox and Alex Burchnell. Today we’ll be tackling the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, a piece of scripture used to bash the lgbtq+ community. We will explain how this is both inaccurate and harmful. Enjoy! *Trigger Warning: Rape will be discussed.*

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​Aira nodded, though inside she was deeply confused. There were a few things that had stood out to her during the meeting and as she followed Tal outside after. Sarin, the Alpha, had calmly turned aside each of Tara’s frustrated challenges and although there was not a resolution yet and a duel could still happen, the council seemed more doubtful of its necessity than when Tara had first entered the room. The other thing that she noticed, and it bothered her that it had stood out so starkly to her, was that the Alpha had been a female werewolf. Not only that, but there were also so many other women in that room, and someone she knew had no gender at all. Many of the women in the room had worn pants, not skirts, and not one of the men had made a single comment. Tal hadn’t either! What was it about this place? Or… what was it about Nefti? 
 
That made Aira pause and she looked down at her clothes. They didn’t define her, didn’t change who she was inside, they helped her stay warm and the fact that she was in pants simply made things like taking long strides or running or fighting a little bit easier. Clothes were simply there to adorn her, and as she was seeing, some had utility. Or perhaps all had utility, the uses just perhaps a little more hidden for somethings than others.
 
“You alright there, Aira?” Tal said. 
 
She looked up at him, “I’m not sure. I think I was taught some very untrue things growing up.”
 
“Hmm. That can be a rattling realization. I think it would be good to unpack that at some point. I don’t think I’ll be able to right now. Is that alright?”
 
She nodded and he smiled down at her.
 
“Okay. Let’s try to get to Tara.”
 
Tal picked up his pace and they made their way through the werewolf village. Werewolves stood in groups watching as they went, whispering to themselves. Aira felt her cheeks grow warm, wondering what they were saying. It was sure to be about her and Tal and of course be negative and--
 
“Hey, kid, stop that train of thought right now. It isn’t useful or true. Come on, we have to get to Tara before she does something stupid.”
 
Around the next bend, they saw Tara sitting on a bench outside of a large home, looking at her weapon as it rested on her knees, her brow furrowed. 
 
“Tara!” Tal called out, “We would speak with you.”
 
“Of course you would. Who says I would?” Tara spat, her knuckles standing out white as she gripped the handle.
 
“Please, Tara. We aren’t here to do much more than listen.”
 
She jumped to her feet, a snarl forming when the door opened and a short stout woman in long flowing robes stuck her head out of the house and scowled at Tara, “Are you really about to do violence to villagers? In front of our house? Ta! Invite them in and do not forget to take off your boots and hang up your ax by the door. Well?”
 
Tara’s mouth froze in a mid-snarl and she lowered her lips slowly, glancing sideways at Tal and Aira, “You heard her, come in, I guess.”
 
She pushed past the woman, kicking her boots off and slamming her ax on a hook set in the wall beside the door frame. Aira’s eyes widened and met the woman’s briefly before looking down at her soft boots. 
 
“Come on come in, but you take your shoes off too. I just cleaned and do not want any of your battle dust in here, no thank you!” she whirled and went to the kitchen, beckoning Tal and Aira forward.
 
“I suppose it would be rude not to follow her, eh?” Tal elbowed Aira and took his shoes as he stepped into the house and Aira hastened to emulate him. 
 
The home was warm, the oven fire lit, and the smell of baking bread wafting to Aira’s nose. Her mouth began to water as she caught the scent of rabbit roasting and root vegetables simmering in a pot. How large was the kitchen that it accommodated so many foods heating at once? Tara and the woman were seated at a large wooden table, glasses and a pitcher of water already there and poured, enough for each of them. Tal sat next to Tara and Aira sat across from them, reaching for a glass at Tal’s nod. 
 
“Well, I am Charisse, Tara’s wife. Welcome to our home. I know you are Tal, but who is your companion? A little young for you, I’d imagine.” The stout woman said, sipping from her cup and raising light brown eyebrows at Tal.
 
“Ah. Well, this is Aira of Nefti. She and I met along the road and decided to travel together. She is a werewolf and I thought she might be a helpful resource to us here.”
 
Aira waved then drank out of her cup at Charisse’s smile. Tara’s wife? Aira’s heart beat a little faster and her thoughts flashed to Trish. 
 
“Oh, I see. In that case, I shall judge you a bit less, sir Dragonwolf. How can we help you?” Charisse said.
 
“We wished to speak with Tara about the issue with the dwarves and frankly with Alpha Sarin. Your display earlier was a lot, but I imagine you feel you had a good cause.”
 
Tara clenched her jaw, “Of course I have a good cause! Sarin sits and twiddles her thumbs while our neighbors laugh and steal from us! She leaves their insults unanswered and shows that we are weak to everyone who knows about the situation!”
 
Tal raised his chin, “Ah,” was all he said before glancing at Charisse, “Is there any change we may intrude on your dinner this evening? I can help with setting the table and any food prep you need? I think we may need more time to speak about this and do not want to delay your dinner.”
 
“Oh, of course! Did I not already invite you to eat with us? How silly of me! The plates are in the cupboard. Aira can help me with the vegetables if you and Tara could set the table and get the rabbit on a platter. By their smell, the rolls should be done. We just need the butter from the coolbox, thank Naidow for that little invention.” Charisse clapped her hands and jumped into the kitchen, taking Aira’s elbow and tugging her with her to check the vegetables while Tal and Tara moved to the cupboard to get the dishes.

The Alpha, Sarin, closed her yellow eyes and sighed, “Tara. I was wondering when you would join our meeting.” 

Sarin tucked a short brown piece of hair behind her pointed ear and looked around the room. Aira followed her gaze. Almost half of the seated council looked shocked, but the others looked straight at Sarin, their lips pressed into firm lines. They were not surprised. They had known this was coming and they were looking at their Alpha for her reaction.

Tara snarled, her lips curling to reveal two sets of long, sharp canines, her green eyes seeming to glow as they narrowed, “Are you such a coward that you refuse to answer my challenge?”

“No. But this is not how things are done. You have known our laws long enough. You have served this council long enough to know that. What do you hope to gain by this declaration?” 

Aira was impressed. Sarin was meeting Tara’s anger with calm reason. She hadn’t stood yet she held so much force that she seemed to tower over Tara despite being seated. 

“Your weak ways have only been the law for three generations. Before that, and still, in our true laws, leadership has always been decided through fang and claw and steel. Ridic, would you read the true law, the law that has not been revoked or repealed despite the attempt to weaken us?” Tara turned to a robed werewolf who had a large book in front of him.

Ridic turned to a bookmarked page and cleared his throat, “Per law 368, section 2: if a pack member believes the Alpha is no longer fit for service, she may call a challenge. The Alpha must accept or step down from her position and cede to the challenger. If the challenge is accepted, there shall be a fight to the death or surrender. This we have decreed to maintain the strength of the pack.”

“As you can see, Sarin, you have two choices. Per the law that you were elected to uphold. Fight or cede. Make your choice.”

Sarin looked at each of the council members in turn as she said, “Is this truly what we have become? After all our progress will we revert to such ways?”

The other members looked down and away from her, not wanting to meet her eyes. The robed werewolf sighed, “I do believe that there is very little choice here…”

“Little choice? Why Zeka, I’d have thought better of you, of all wolves!” Tal said causing Aira to jump. He had been so silent. “You know how much we have a choice over!” He stood and frowned at Tara, raising an eyebrow until her shoulders stiffened and she sat, her weapon making a dull thud as it hit the table.

“That’s better. Now, the fact of the matter is, we don’t know what is going on with the dwarves. Or did you witness them stealing personally, Tara? Mm. I thought not. So, you are willing to die over this, are you?”

Tara bared her teeth, “She is not right. She has let us become weak. That has to be answered.”

“Is that so? Let me ask this, what makes you so weak? How has she done that?”

“You can see it here, in her handling of the missing stores! The evidence is there, the dwarves are doing fine, and we suffer because they take our food and water!”
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“Are they, and do they? I still wonder…” Tal trailed off, touching his chin, “All I see, to be quite frank, is a leader deciding to do what is best for her people. What would the cost be of a war with the dwarves? The werewolf cost? Certainly, you are strong and have an advantage of height, but dwarves are resourceful and if they feel threatened, surely will not simply roll over like you seem to think Sarin will.”

The other werewolves shifted uneasily in their chairs, glancing at each other. Trec frowned at the table then at Tal, “What exactly are you implying? You are an ambassador from Naidow? Why should we continually allow outside influence on personal matters?”

“That is fair, although I am not from Naidow. I was sent from Lartnek and have never in my many years represented Naidow personally, though my wife did for a time. Ultimately, I was called in because your leader felt that we might have some insight into the food storage problem and because she saw the tensions building with your neighbors. And that, my dear Trec, is not a personal problem if you choose to fight the dwarves. Any and all treaties that you have with Lartnek and Naidow will be null and void if you choose this path and, depending on the severity of your assault, we may send aid to the dwarves against you.”

The chamber stilled. While the werewolves were capable warriors and had taken care of themselves for many years, it seemed, they could not afford to have two kingdoms stand against them. The council members looked at Tara, now deflated.

“I still think that the dwarves are responsible,” she said quietly, “I believe I would be a stronger and more capable Alpha.”

“Perhaps. But do you truly believe that you have all the evidence you need to justify this attack to the outside world? I am sure you have a following here that would support you, but outside?”

Tara pulled back her lips in a snarl and folded her arms across her chest, avoiding his gaze.

“Ah. Well, then, seems to me that information is needed before we make any drastic decisions, don’t you?”

Sarin cleared her throat, “As much as I appreciate your input, and value it, I believe that it should be our decision. You all were elected and chosen to make decisions for the best of our people. Will you support Tara in her attack on the dwarves and therefore call for me to cede or fight her for control? Or will you support us in making progress and finding out more information about the situation?”

No one moved for several long minutes. Zeka stood and rubbed their arm, “I feel this calls for a recess.”
Sarin nodded, “That is understandable. I move to reconvene tomorrow at noon with a request that each member stays for a lunch provided by my house after our vote.”

The council members muttered their assent. Tara pushed back from the table, her chair scraping loudly on the floor, and grabbed her weapon, whirling from the room. Tal sighed and met Sarin’s eyes. She nodded.
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“Well, Aira, let’s see if we can catch that werewolf, shall we?” Tal said, looking down and at a bewildered Aira.