I bumped into my favorite pastor just a few months after I was asked to leave my Christian academy due to my bisexuality. I was at the super market with my mother running errands. By that time, gossip had gone around town and my coming out was on all the churchgoers lips. I was 14, a virgin not having committed the “sin” many assumed I had. It was the first time seeing him since my departure from the academy.
Eagerly, I went up to him: “Hey pastor!” I extended my hand to shake his.
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