I've been working on this last Christian Closet post for a month now. It would be wrong of me to continue my blogging on the queer community without stopping to acknowledge the abhorrent event that recently rocked that community.
Since the murder of 50 people in a gay nightclub in Orlando on June 12, my friends and I have been reminded just how fragile our hard-won freedom is. We're reminded to count every day a blessing and never let go of each other. In a world where men and women even younger than me are shot and hung and beaten for an intrinsic part of their identity, the freedom to be ourselves is rare and worth clinging to. Eventually I hope to say more about Orlando and the victims of this bloody, preventable hate crime, but right now I still need time to process the loss and collect my thoughts.
When I started this series, it was with the simple intent to share people's stories. My audience here is largely made up of conservative Christians, the group supposedly most at odds with the LGBTQ community. My post "A Coming Out" made waves. As a result of that post, I started hosting LGBTQ Christian friends to show how these two "enemy" groups actually overlap.
I hope you've listened to these stories, my lovely readers. I know some of you have commented, and I and my guests appreciate that. It's good to know your story is heard. Now, to wrap up the series, it's my turn. Today, my lovely readers, I'll be telling my own story as a nondenominational bisexual Christian.