A Place For Everyone

My EarthMom, whom I worshiped without question at least until age ten, often repeated, "A place for everything and everything in its place." She was usually talking about kitchen tools, but I took this issue of place more personally. By age ten, I knew universal hospitality and redemption do not invite or even intend to include me. Well-placed safe homes exclude me, out of place in a heterosexual world view and no natural or spiritual place to hide except trembling within demonic secrecy. It took me awhile, at least a couple decades of shunning my beloved Mom To realize my placement problem has less to do with choosing to hide in my out of place closet, and everything to do with unquestioned dogmatic homophobia carrying on in the family room.