Homosexuality was never a big issue in my family as a child \u2013 one way or the other. Maybe \u2019cause like in most African American families such issues were simply not discussed. (Does the silence make it a big issue?) Despite having LGBTQ family members, which made it a relevant and needed conversation, we never talked about it. However, I do recall hearing close family members utter disparaging comments about gay men whom we saw in public (i.e., grocery store, college football games, etc.). I remember being very uncomfortable with the particular disgust and despicably tinged venom with which they commented about the men. When I looked at the focus of my family\u2019s prejudice, I sensed about the men what I can best describe as discomfort \u2013 maybe even pain. Perhaps it was from the incredible struggle to be themselves in a society and subculture that disdains their very ontology.<\/span> Homosexuality was never a big issue in my family as a child \u2013 one way or the other. Maybe \u2019cause like in most African American families such issues were simply not discussed. (Does the silence make it a big issue?) Despite having LGBTQ family members, which made it a relevant and needed conversation, we never […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2251,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2124","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n
<\/span>This memory stirs a recollection of the testimony of a clergywoman as she struggled with her sexual orientation. Her story recounts a time of standing in front of a mirror, confident of her call to professional ministry, yet pleading to G~d for forgiveness for being lesbian. She cried out, \u201cG~d, I\u2019m so sorry!\u201d Reading her story was heartbreaking. I cannot imagine asking G~d to forgive me for being black or for being a woman \u2013 for being exactly who I am, how I was born, for something I cannot change. Ahhh, for something G~d created me to be . . .<\/span>
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