I’ve yet to hear of a heterosexual person being told to “try” homosexuality in order to confirm their straightness.
Zora Ada and I had an uncomfortable Lyft ride this summer. We were headed home well after midnight, weary from a long series of flights. A middle-aged white man picked us up at the baggage claim, and he and Ada exchanged the usual post-airport pleasantries. (I usually sit back and let her do the talking.) [...]
...Both translations of disappointment hurt because they incite us to determine our own self-worth with the never-satisfied measuring stick of our perceived worth to others.
I grew up in a village in Maine where most folks made their living at sea. In that village is a little white church (in every sense of each adjective), and I was a part of that community from birth through my college years. I’ve written about leaving my non-affirming college church, but leaving my family’s church was a different process: one marked by more nuance and nostalgia. After coming out as queer, I started feeling unwelcome at the little white church that raised me.