September 27. The day passed quietly and without notice. It was one month after my birthday, but that’s nothing to celebrate. It was the 270th day of the year, but who cares? It was a Sunday, so I slept in that morning, but that’s not significant. Oh yeah. It was also the two year anniversary of my explosion out of the closet.
I’ve told the story so many times. I was sitting at home Wednesday night- the 26th– when I stumbled across the blogs of Romulus and Remus. It took me all of ten seconds to realize they were the twins that I had grown up with. Romulus gave it away really. I went crazy and couldn’t sleep all night. I was so excited! I wanted to call them, to tell them, to finally have some one to talk to! I wasn’t sure if they were okay with me knowing their “secret,” so I wrote a blog post I thought would give it away. Romulus didn’t take the bait, so I sent him a facebook message on Thursday, September 27, 2007. The rest is, as they say, history.
I won’t lie and say that it all feels like it happened yesterday, because to be honest it feels like it was ages ago–much more than just two years. I feel like I’ve lived an entire life in the time since I came out. An entire life with ups and downs–but one that has been full of joy, fulfillment, peace, companionship, friendship, love, meaning, and success. There is no doubt in my mind that coming to terms with my sexuality and coming out of the closet has saved me from a deafening hell and given me a life I wouldn’t trade for the world.
So where am I now? That’s the question Abelard has posed this month. Where am I in my gay Mormon journey? For starters, I’m not on a Mormon journey anymore. It’s not surprising given how I felt at Church two years ago, or even how I felt on my mission. (Yes, I blogged on my mission). Even back then you can catch small glimpses of large criticisms that I had for the Church. I didn’t think their Sunday services were worshipful enough or Christ centered enough. I also didn’t like the focus on works (ordinances) over grace. I was pretty vocal and critical about these things with other Mormons, but I put on a nice front for investigators and the general public.
Maybe I am premature in saying that I’m not on a Mormon journey anymore. The fact is I am still in Provo under the big brother arm of a Mormon school. I am still a member of the Church. I am still surrounded by the Church. And perhaps more importantly people that I love very much are still influenced immensely by the Church. So in that sense, I will never be able to truly loose sight of the Mormon journey.
But whatever you want to call the journey that I’m on, it is a good journey, and I’m doing well. I’m happy. I’m healthy. I’m loved. I love. What more could you want on life’s path?