[Millennial Gospel: Mary Magdalene the Feminist] for an ongoing project co-created by shakespeareandpunk and moreorlesstouched.
Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they’ll never make us equal.
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel.
So why ain’t the stealing of my rights made illegal?
They keep us underground working hard for the greedy,
But when it’s time pay they turn around and call us needy.
March to the streets ‘cause I’m willing and I’m able.Categorize me, I defy every label.And while you’re selling dope, we’re gonna keep selling hope.We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope.Will you be electric sheep?Electric ladies, will you sleep?Or will you preach? (x)
Mary keeps it fresh, keeps it sunnah, and keeps it punk rock. She wears matte-black hijabs, kills at slam poetry, and breaks from handing out pamphlets on intersectional feminism and its place in the Kingdom of God to perform salat. James and John hover protectively around her as she prostrates herself in midday prayer, and then they step back when she climbs up on her orange crate to unleash her message of radical love to the masses. Peter may be Yeshua’s right hand and Judas his ever-loyal foil, but Mary is as good as his sister. They say he cast seven demons out of her once; on the subway ride from downtown to the boroughs; but neither of them are telling. Either way, they are inseparable and she sits at his feet when he teaches in the street and stands ram-rod straight at his side during rallies. Mary has a spirit bountiful in compassion, a hunger for holiness, and a heart the bleeds for the downtrodden and the apostles love her for it. They need her maternal warmth and biting wit and ability to chastise Yeshua out of those withdrawn moody spells he gets himself into. She is their strength; painting her nails with halal polish at dinner and bringing home skinny crustpunks for bread and blessings. And no one would dare speak a word against her…Well, Peter did once; hissing something in a jealous moment about her treacherous femininity and untrustworthy religion. Yeshua may have spent the next two days in penitence but that didn’t stop him from giving Peter a black eye. Mary laughed when she heard about it, bought them a round of beers and insisted that Yeshua stop punishing himself. “Everybody gets heated sometimes,” she said. “Even prophet boys with slow tempers. Maybe that’s why I’m here. To remind you that it’s alright to be human sometimes.’