The Interim

What follows is a ramble.

DOMA is dead and Prop 8 fallen. Forgive me for a lack of proclamations about the battle now ending. I've known it has been for a long time. This is just one more (wonderful, wonderful) step on the way.

In the time since I last posted, I came out to my roommate who was ecstatic (and this is why I love him). I came out to my friends at college. No one minds, and one of those with a religious opposition listened. He heard my biblical arguments (more or less the teachings of Matthew Vines). He has not given a yea or nay, but he listened. he considered. For that, I thank him. Remember him. He's important. We'll call him Henry. He's likely a player in my very next post.

April 1st, 2013, I came out to my parents. I sent an email with a dozen attachments. Included were a handful of letters written by friends. My parents survived. They took it better than could be hoped. I live with them yet. I think they avoid the topic, though. My mother is still, I think, hurt by this and she would likely count it among her greatest sorrows. But she doesn't blame me. My father shows no disappointment. He only worries about my health. Not in an AIDS way; they know I'm staunchly against premarital sex. But he fears I'll be hurt by someone in a homophobic assault. So he's exactly what I think he ought to be. I probably need a little fear.

I came out officially to two friends who always suspected just at the start of the month. One of them had just graduated high school, and she had her graduation party. I was one of three who stayed very late to play board games (we have a thing for Monopoly). After Monopoly, we played Life. I took a second blue piece when I got married. Which is elegant, I think. Simply elegant.

I've also helped at Vacation Bible School again. I believe that the only workers at that church who know of my sexuality are my parents who teach there and an old, semi-retired pastor whom my father has looked to for guidance. I don't think they'd ask me back if they knew. To protect the children or something. Even though I haven't had the opportunity to teach them some gay agenda. The worst I've done is queering the roles when I have the kids act out Bible stories. But that has reason too. Almost everyone we talk about is male. If a little girl wants to act, she can play Ezekiel. I don't mind. Neither does she (though problems arose when I had a male widow with a female son).

But hey, down with the gender binary.