Barry Church-Woods

I was one of the lucky ones.  I grew up in  household where we were taught to worry about who people chose to hate, not love.  As such, coming out was a major non-event for me.  I knew my parents would continue to love me, and protect me from any bigots that we accidentally had become related to.  Unfortunately, the experience for many has been vastly different.  Here is a snapshot of some, starting with my favourite coming out letter…

Dear Mama,

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write. Every time I try to write to you and Papa I realize I’m not saying the things that are in my heart. That would be O.K., if I loved you any less than I do, but you are still my parents and I am still your child.

I have friends who think I’m foolish to…