Laura Wozniak: On being gay and missing my United Methodist family
When people ask about my relationship with religion, I tend to fall back to the Facebook option, “it’s complicated.” The United Methodist Church (UMC) I was raised in was actively warm and unconditionally loving. It was a place where I was safe to explore my identity and free to be anyone I wanted. In my adolescence, that meant experimenting with outfits as much as ideologies. To their credit, my church family never withheld their support, although my parents likely had some interesting conversations. As I grew older, I began learning about the incredible pain that other people were causing...
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