Firstly, I hope this belongs here, though there is a religious/Christian component to this post. But, it is a coming out story.
So, I'm not really out at work. My boss knows that transition is looming, and one of my coworkers is very supportive. She gives me makeup and clothing advice. But now, I'm pretty much out to my wife's coworkers at San Francisco Night Ministry.
Sunday the 13th was a fundraiser for San Francisco Night Ministry, comprised of poetry readings, music, and a light reception. I went, with my wife, but I went en femme.
I've read and heard many comments by transfolks about how awful Christians are towards BGLT folks in general and transfolks in particular. My experience was complete positive. It was very similar to when I'd first gone to the Unitarian Universalist church as Connie (my femme name). I felt welcomed and blessed by the pastoral staff there.
Here at this fundraiser, I was recognized, greeted, and welcomed as Connie by the clergy present who are my wife's coworkers. I felt blessed, and that blessed feeling made me feel loved. Loved in a very different way that my wife makes me feel loved, but loved nonetheless.
