Recently I was in a church study group discussing a book we were all reading. We came to a chapter entitled “Coming Out Of The Closet”. Now, this chapter had nothing to do with any LGBT issue, nor did the rest of the book. In fact, the crowd I was in really had had little, if any, exposure to anything LGBT besides me [especially the ‘T’ part]. Nevertheless, when the chapter was introduced I let out an involuntary snicker when the title was read aloud. There was an uneasy calm in the room, but the moderator, who is pretty cool, said, “Kristy, what was your impression of this chapter.”
“What makes you think I know anything about coming out of a closet?” I replied.
There was now an even more unsettling air lingering.
“Ah, come on” I blurted, “that had to be just a little bit funny!”
“Oh….” said the woman seated next to me, “is it ok to laugh at that?”
“Of course,” I replied, “hey, if I can’t laugh at myself, how can I expect you to laugh at me?”
The room erupted in laughter. The ice was broken.
At the moderator’s request, and with the group’s insistence, the rest of our time was spent by me telling them the story of my transition, and a true meaning of “coming out of the closet”.
Since that night, I have been told, and retold, how much those people had wanted to know my story, and their appreciation of the courage it took.
I have also since learned that I have been selected to be installed as an Elder in the Presbyterian Church.
You just never know.