“Coming out” is a strange thing to make people do. Could you imagine being a young teen/preteen, having just started to come into your sexuality and realizing that at some point in your life, you will have to plan a moment to announce that sexuality to your closest friends and family?
If you want to confuse a child, try explaining to them how and why some colors and toys are only for girls and some are only for boys. But even though pink is for girls, daddy does have a pink shirt he wears to work, but that’s okay because it’s a certain shade of pink and it’s a boy-style shirt he can wear with his other boy-style clothes. And girls can wear any color and play with trucks but only because it’s cool for girls to want to be like boys, but only when they’re little, If they keep doing it when they get older it’s bad. And it’s never cool for boys to like girl things even though girls have some of the best things like glitter and unicorns. Why can’t boys love shiny, colorful bits of plastic and magic horses that sometimes fly? Because the reasons. But don’t despair, they CAN love regular horses. But only like Clint Eastwood or John Wayne.
Dressing up like the opposite sex and entertaining people with music, comedy, dance, etc is not “grooming.” Grooming is a very specific term regarding the long-term efforts of sick adults to trick children into believing that their participation in sex acts is good. Grooming is 100% evil and completely, in all ways, separate from drag and separate from all things LGBTQ+.
And if it’s about God for you, study hard before you pass judgement. Not just the (very) few scriptures that have been interpreted by some as anti-LGBTQ, but the history of that time period and all the other scriptures around those few. Study the new testament, especially Jesus who came to help us understand. Do just as he would have done and you can’t go wrong.
And if you say you don’t care who people sleep with but you don’t want it “in your face” all the time and you don’t understand why “they” have to have parades, etc, please know that, at least in part, those parades are for you. The people organizing and marching in those parades want it “in your face” until you become comfortable with it, until it stops being such a big deal, until it’s just another Saturday, another celebration, until people stop murdering people over it, stop denying housing, adoptions, and marriages over it, until good humans are no longer ostracized over it, and all the things that make a good life are freely available to everyone. Because everyone wants to be able to just be themselves and still be able to have all those big and little, beautiful things that make a good life.
The parades are also for the lonely ones, the depressed ones, the scared ones who need to see that they aren’t alone–there are many like them who stand ready to fold them into a fun, proud, and loving community when the one they were born into, maybe even their closest family and friends, have rejected them.
Writing all of this takes me back to when I was eighteen–a small town girl who knew nothing about anything. I went to college and an impromptu, two-person dance party in one of my classes led to me being brought into one of the most eclectic, fabulous, loving, messy, hilarious, heartbreaking, and beautiful groups of friends. Friends who welcomed me, looked out for me, loved me, and never asked or pressured me to be anything but myself. And through all the craziness that is anyone’s late teens/early twenties, with and through these lovely people, I came to truly understand what my parents had been showing me all my life–all people are fragile and it’s just about impossible to hate someone you’ve gotten to know.
So take every opportunity to get to know people who aren’t like you. Step outside what you think you know. Trade your fear, your anger, your discomfort for curiosity, and let people show you who they are. Don’t worry so much about little things like who’s wearing what and focus on the people themselves–their message, their integrity, the measure of their heart and their soul. These are the things that should matter the most. These are the only things that should matter at all.