"What's with her?"

Photo by Mary Jeanne Kuhar

 A church friend of mine told me that someone had come up to her after church on October 30 and asked about my odd behavior.  You see, I wore a costume to church.  It was Halloween Weekend, after all, and costumes were everywhere.  So I did myself all up in white, including wings and halo.  When I got to church I saw that I was the only one.  I started to stew.  Do I take my wings and halo off and bow to conformity?  Should I not be a weirdo?  Or do I sell my bluff of bravery and were the outfit up to the pulpit, read the wonderful passage from Isaiah in which God bitches about rituals performed by folks who don't have their heart in it, lead the psalm,and went back to my seat in the back.  

I guess my friend responded to the dude questioning my sanity by saying something about me being full of life and energy and a little different.

And then later this same week, on Thursday, I finally came out as non-binary to the "Women of Trinity" at the quarterly potluck and got to explain the difference between "trans" and "non-binary".  I asked them to contact our fearless leader if anyone didn't want me attending women's group activities.

One of the great things about the contemporary Episcopal Church is that, ritualistic as it is, it has space for weirdos.