Unemployed Theologian

The last few weeks, as I’ve approached the third anniversary of my coming out (which was yesterday!) I've been reflecting on a story from my first year as an out bi man, one that brings me a lot of comfort and makes me feel better about the future. It’s a story about kindness from unexpected places and how no bad feeling lasts forever. This year, in lieu of my annual Pride blogs, I want to share this story with you. My first six months serving as the Campus Monitor at Thurston High School were tough, verging on brutal. I was not an especially welcomed presence on campus, which in retrospect shouldn’t have been a surprise. After all, the nature of my job was essentially to be a narc, to tattle. No matter how friendly I tried to be, at the end of the day I was there to enforce the rules. Which is an important function, don’t get me wrong, but it was not one particularly well-suited to my personality. I’m not a rules guy , per se. Still, I wanted to perform the job to the best of my a...