Anmol is hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse
and has suggested we speak on the subject
of Pride. I've chosen to relate a personal
experience, which addresses the issue quite
well, I think.
Submitted to dVerse
June 17, 2020
I’m reminded of an event long, long ago. An employee had asked me to join her for dinner. It was obvious she was in quite an emotional state. I knew she had just lost a dear friend, and I thought that to be the cause of her tumultuous emotions. After idle conversation, with trembling voice, at last with great effort she said “I have to tell you something. I am gay”. I looked at this intelligent, caring woman with a wonderful spirit and sense of humor, and admirable work ethic, whom I‘d come to genuinely like and treasure as an employee. I was moved that sharing that information was obviously so traumatic for her. I reached across the table, took her hand, and replied, “Well, I’m Methodist. If that doesn’t bother you, your being gay doesn’t bother me!” She later moved to another state, but we remained friends, and in contact for the next 45 years until her death last year. She never did mind that I was a Methodist!