Every summer my family would travel to Iowa to visit my uncle, who was a pastor. My dad was also a pastor back home. The last thing I wanted to do on this particular summer morning was wear a sweater and go to church! And I certainly didn't want to pose for photos.
Even from a young age,
it was obvious that the red triangle on my sweater should have been pink.
As a teen, I worried about telling my uber-religious family about being gay, but when I finally came out (after I graduated law school...ugh...I waited so long), a funny thing happened: They all loved me for it, even Pastor Dad and Pastor Uncle.
I worried so much for years and years, only to find out they loved me because I was who I was.
And now, they even love my boyfriend.