Friday, 18 May 2018

Finding healing in unexpected places

I attended my first ever Queer Book Club meeting on Thursday and it was just lovely. It was a relaxed, very chill kinda discussion with Mexican food to accompany the book we were reading, Everything Begins and Ends at the Kentucky Club.

It was multiracial and everyone was really friendly.

I didn't know anyone nor their orientation before attending the meeting but it was not necessary.

I had found my tribe.

This was the first time I was engaged in the midst of book lovers, discussing the characters and plots of the 7 short stories we'd read.

Near the end of the meeting, one of the guys asked, "Are all of you homosexual?" perhaps because he was, and we all looked expectantly at each other. I guessed then that we all were. And that revelation was very comforting.

It's the first time I'd found my own people. Not in a gay club, but in a book club. For that, I'm grateful.

They didn't know about my background and the difficult couple of months I'd had, but it wasn't necessary.

Looking forward to the next one already.

Thank you Lord for providing.


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