Journeys

Imagine a 12-year-old girl being told by society that she is displeasing to God and to the world because of who she is. This is where her journey begins. She grew up in the 1960s when being queer was, well, queer. Amidst the clamor of the voices of society, she learns to turn her collar to the wind and keep moving. She is determined to flee the dust and dampness of the closet which becomes her safe, albeit lonely, haven. In spite of closet dwelling, she manages to create a face to meet the faces that she meets along the way. Slowly cracking the door of the closet and peeping out becomes an ongoing endeavor. Finally, in defiance, she is able to throw open the closet door and walk out into the sunshine. The journey is scary and exciting and freeing. Although we all have a journey from cradle to grave, they are all different as they reflect our individual beings. Won't you journey with me for a space of time?