Okay so my family complains that I haven't been to church since I came out. And I have a very good kinda shameful story about a conversation with someone from my church. I haven't spoken to anyone from our church since.

Okay it started with meeting one of my younger friends from church. Let's call her "Antiles" for now. (I'll explain why I chose that name later)

As I was trying to figure out if I wanted to come out to her I casually mention the gay community.

Trigger warning from here on out as she is being so homophobic I thought I could see a rainbow dying in her eyes.

She says that she had a lesbian friend who was "going against God's wishes" and starts talking in detail with love and affection for the plaster who did this on how he helped her "find god and reject her baser impulses"

Meanwhile as I sit there in quiet horror now terrified of going through what this poor girl had gone through if I come out to my friend. I at this point have stopped eating and am resisting the urge to slap her.

But that would just prove everything she believed about the LGBT community. So I exercised restraint and after I was ready I came out. I'm currently fully out and my family's church is a distant memory.

A horrifying distant memory