Commentary: Being Gay in the Black Church

As a Black woman who was raised in the church, I've spent my share of time in the pews. My mother was a choir director, as was my grandmother before her, and my father still sings tenor in the choir every Sunday. From choir rehearsals, Easter programs, Christmas plays, Sunday school and bible study, I was always directly linked to my religion and the people who helped make all of the building's events possible. Growing up, I remember a gentleman, let's call him Trevor, who was an amazing musical talent. He was over 6 feet tall, could write gospel songs, arrange the music and direct the mess out of any choir he had the pleasure to lead. Then one day, he was gone...


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