Two years ago, I wrote the post below (and filmed the spoken word above), fearing a lot and hoping for a lot more. I felt the need to come out in something more public because of the leadership and faith I had in and to the Christian church, and to Jesus specifically.
It's been a wild few years, but I will say what's scary now, isn't whether there's space for me -- it's what I will do with the space I've made for myself, and the space others have made for me.
Here are links to a few other posts from that time, in case they're helpful.
- I came out too soon--and too late (and why that's okay)
- FAQs + TYs + Why I Felt Safe Going To Church Today
- On #NationalComingOutDay (2017)
With love and brownies and probably ice cream too,
April 15th, 2016:
My name is Lauren, and I love chocolate. I love wearing black lace dresses, and climbing fences in my white high tops; I love seeing how people find hope in darkness. My name is Lauren, and I am also queer/gay/not straight (among many other things, as we are much more than the boxes we create for ourselves).
My life goal? To stand/sit/cry/laugh/speak with others in their darkest moments; and if I'm lucky, to do the same in the joyful ones. Currently, I am trying to stand/sit/cry/laugh/speak for and with myself.
Light could not come into closet, so I'm stepping out.
With love and all the other gooey stuff,
Also, here's my "it's going to be okay" playlist. Because it's going to be okay.