Orthodox queer Jews exist.
We daven, we learn, we light Shabbos candles.
We exist between the mechitzas, in the ezrat nashim, in the margins and the middle.
Not all queer Jews are Reform.
Some of us are shomer negiah, wear mitpachat, and cry over Rashi.
Some of us are frum and faggots, and that’s not a contradiction—it’s a covenant.
We are not half-Jews. We are not visitors in your community.
We are your siblings. Your teachers. Your neighbors.
And we are just as worthy of love and belonging as the straightest guy in a black hat.
Don’t forget us.
We’re still here. And we’re not going anywhere.