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I am sitting in a computer lab right now with Ariadna typing away beside me. She and I are co-writers of the Dos Equis blog. It is a Spanish language blog for gay Christians where we talk about our faith and experiences as queer Christians. Of course I write about the ex-gay movement as well.

Right now we are posting a blog entry together, a little interview. I just gave her a hard question, Como encuentras a Dios--In what ways do you encounter God? Being a religion student, I think she will be at it a little while, which gives me some time to blog here in English :P

This week I feel like I am bursting with joy and satisfaction. That is big for me. A lot of it has to do with the many partners that enrich my life. Four years ago when I first premiered my Homo No Mo play, I was truly a one-man operation. My good friends Christina, a co-worker from the Watkinson School and Roy Steele,my web master, cheered me on and helped out some, but for the most part I was on my own.

But now, wow, how rich my life has become, rich with partners. I work with Ariadna on Dos Equis. You now know of my partnership with Christine and with Steve on bXg. I have partnered with Soul Force on the upcoming conference. Later this month I get to co-lead a queer Quaker retreat with a wonderful bisexual friend, Judy. Sarah B. Miller has been so amazing doing my booking and giving me clarity about what I do. Daniel Gonzales and I work on scripts for videos and strategize about speaking to the press. I meet regularly with my support committe. Alex helps me with my Swedish blog, Svensk Spädbarn. And with so many of my presentations I get to partner with others to bring together a community.

As someone who lived much of my life in a closet, really in a tomb, I lived in isolation. I felt terrified and refused to let anyone near me lest they see the parts of me I struggled to conceal even from myself. I grew weak in that condition. I floundered. Even when I was married, I held my wife at bay and would not let her come close because I had not yet integrated my faith and my sexuality. I was at war with myself and so unable to partner with anyone.

So as I sit next to Ariadna, oh, and that's Christine calling me on the phone, I feel like a very rich man with so many wonderful partners in my life.

Comments

Alex Resare said…
When I left my closet I did it beliving that I would be lonely for the rest of my life. I have never had so many loved ones as now.
That's been my experience too, Alex. Funny how a little honesty and vulnerability can lead to deeper, stronger, richer relationships. =)
Anonymous said…
There's a good reason we use the word "family" the way we do when we come out of the closet. It's a rich word, richly earned.
Liz Opp said…
Peterson, I'm so glad you are able to receive, receive, receive all the opportunities with which you are blessed. And you do so with such grace while also staying grounded.

Thanks for taking the time to share your joy with us.

Blessings,
Liz Opp, The Good Raised Up
alex and ally, yeah, very powerful experience. Why did we fight so long to come out? (yes, loaded question, so many reasons)

Jim, Well said, that is lovely and I am SO GLAD that you are coming to the conference in JUNE!!!!

Liz, yeah, lots of blessings and tonight at Earlham a got a bunch more.
Christine Bakke said…
I'm really glad to be your pardner, cowboy...ok that was cheesy.

Alex...what an amazing truth....

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