Living with Our Parents’ Blame: A Love Note to My Fellow Prodigal Kids

It's been four and a half months since I came out to my parents. Four and a half months since I spit out the secret I'd been carrying like a poison pill under my tongue for years. Since this whole crazy, dangerous, exhilarating, beautiful adventure -- life -- began. Four and a half months, too, … Continue reading Living with Our Parents’ Blame: A Love Note to My Fellow Prodigal Kids

I Didn’t Fall From Grace, I Leapt to Freedom: Ex-Timony of a Half-Disowned Bisexual Apostate

It's funny. If you had sat me down 5 years ago and told me that one day I'd be a blasphemy-loving bisexual apostate who had finally come out to her parents, gotten cut off, and called it all the best thing to ever happen to her, I probably would've laughed. Or cried. Maybe a little of both. … Continue reading I Didn’t Fall From Grace, I Leapt to Freedom: Ex-Timony of a Half-Disowned Bisexual Apostate