Sexuality.
This is a term that is politicized, abused, vilified, ignored, and VERY rarely discussed in a healthy way.
I come from a generation of Christians that struggle with what sexuality is, and to my detriment, I realized what that struggle would mean to me too late.
That is what I want to talk about, write about, share with the world.
Who am I to talk about it?
I am a 30-something, married, straight woman. I am a product of loving parents who meant well, and the LCMS Lutheran church in my small rural town. I am a student of Lutheran schools from pre-school through college. I am someone who did not naturally engage with my sexuality... ever. I will continue to work on that my entire life. I am a reader of all the semi-toxic Christian literature about how to find a Christian relationship and what to do after I find one. I am a sister, godmother, aunt, daughter, granddaughter, wife, and human.
The stories I am going to tell are my own. I have not researched or compiled data and then synthesized it into vaguely relevant stories with the names changed for anonymity.
That being said, I am using a pseudonym because I understand that what I say here could potentially affect my employment, and I love and want to keep my job. I also desperately want to talk openly about sexuality and help anyone I can avoid the pain and confusion I have gone through.
It is important to me that you, the reader, understand that I share these experiences with full understanding about where they stand in the spectrum of human experience. I do not claim, nor will I ever, that I have suffered worse than most other humans. I am privileged in many ways. I hope to share my stories in a way that can help someone, anyone who does overlap with what I am talking about.
I am not a perfect writer or person, but I am pleased to know you. Thanks for joining me as I roam through my past and present.
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