Because I didn't know how to tell her, my mother was one of the last people I came out to, but it's funny—she's always been the first to have my back.
My mother would never let anyone shame her son—even her own church.
Not now, not ever. That unwavering support was demonstrated yet again last week when she approached me, looking more angry and letdown than I'd seen her in a while. Her longtime church isn't as accepting, welcoming or progressive as she, and a lot of other parishioners, thought.