Everyone has the right to decide for themselves how visible, how vulnerable, they want to be in the world.
Some of us want to run naked through the streets banging on a drum so that more people come see us.
Some of us are uncomfortable if the cat reads our journal page.
Both of these are fine options, and so is everything in between, as long we are the ones defining exactly how much of our entire self we want to show to the world around us.
But that is often a fantasy. We don't always get to decide. And it's worse if we're "different."
So let's talk about that.
In May of 2015, the Harry Potter series of books became the best-selling series in history.
Some of us want to run naked through the streets banging on a drum so that more people come see us.
Some of us are uncomfortable if the cat reads our journal page.
Both of these are fine options, and so is everything in between, as long we are the ones defining exactly how much of our entire self we want to show to the world around us.
But that is often a fantasy. We don't always get to decide. And it's worse if we're "different."
So let's talk about that.
In May of 2015, the Harry Potter series of books became the best-selling series in history.
It has sold more than 450
million copies worldwide. To give you an idea of how many that is, the Bible
has sold about 5 billion copies, or about 11 Bibles for every Harry Potter series sold.
The Bible has been sold since 1450- the Harry Potter books since 1997.
Sit there and blink a minute at that one.
Many of you have read Harry Potter, or you've seen the movies.
The story takes you on a journey. It's about the real stuff: good and evil, friendship and love, trust, and growth.
It is about wizards and witches. It has spells and potions, goblins, centaurs,
and werewolves, an amazing magical school and even a flying motorcycle.
And it all starts with a little boy who lives in a closet under the stairs.
Harry’s family is normal, as normal and dull as could be. The first book repeats this until J.K. Rowling is sure that you've got it.
Normal. Capitol N, small "ormal" normal. They work at normal jobs, and his cousin goes to a normal school, and they never stand out in any way. His family doesn't WANT to stand out in any way, thank you very much.
And it all starts with a little boy who lives in a closet under the stairs.
Harry’s family is normal, as normal and dull as could be. The first book repeats this until J.K. Rowling is sure that you've got it.
Normal. Capitol N, small "ormal" normal. They work at normal jobs, and his cousin goes to a normal school, and they never stand out in any way. His family doesn't WANT to stand out in any way, thank you very much.
And then there is Harry, in his closet.
Yeah.
A little different. A little strange. If you asked his aunt and uncle, they would tell you that he was an unwanted and embarrassing edition to the family, that is, if they admitted he existed.
At 11, Harry would have agreed with them. And then gone back into the closet, because as long as he stayed in that little closet, life was safe. Lonely and sad. A little dull. But safe. Just him and the spiders.
A little different. A little strange. If you asked his aunt and uncle, they would tell you that he was an unwanted and embarrassing edition to the family, that is, if they admitted he existed.
At 11, Harry would have agreed with them. And then gone back into the closet, because as long as he stayed in that little closet, life was safe. Lonely and sad. A little dull. But safe. Just him and the spiders.
When he came out of that closet for good, his life changed forever. It was dangerous, and exciting. It had new friends and bitter enemies, sparkly robes, and even a love interest or two.
Something about this sounds suspiciously familiar.
In 1869, one hundred years before the
Stonewall Riots in New York City, a German homosexual rights advocate named Karl
Heinrich Ulrichs first said that self-disclosure was a means of emancipation. He
pleaded with homosexual people to be open about their attractions, and said
that invisibility was a major obstacle toward changing public opinion.
But in 1896 homosexuality was still illegal in
most places, and being honest could result in a prison sentence or stay in a
mental hospital. As you can imagine not many people rushed to throw off their
invisibility cloaks. In fact, the closet and even the spiders seemed like a fine idea in comparison to how openly LGBTQ+ people were treated.
Before 1950 the idea of “coming out” as
lesbian or gay was directly seen as a mirror of a young debutant’s “coming out”
in society. Coming out as gay meant that you entered into a society of your gay
and lesbian peers. It was about being recognized and included within your own
homosexual community, not the greater world. Coming out as LGBTQ+ usually meant leaving the greater world, because there was suddenly only a tiny place for you there, and it was in a locked room.
After the 50’s, and especially after the
Stonewall Riots which fueled the gay rights movement, “coming out” became
“coming out of the closet.” The emphasis changed from entering into a small
welcoming circle of people just like you to escaping from the oppression of a
small dark box.
Not entering into, but getting out of. Not a warm little cozy circle of friends, but a big wide world.
Not entering into, but getting out of. Not a warm little cozy circle of friends, but a big wide world.
Coming out of the closet as non-straight wasn’t easy; for most of us it was often the most terrible thing we had ever done. A friend of mine told me “I’m not coming out of the closet. Girl, I am staying so far in here that they will hang coats in front of me and somewhere behind me there will be people looking for Narnia.”
My friend never did come out to the world. He couldn't budge from his
closet under the stairs. He missed the Hogwarts Express. He missed the magic.
The world outside was too dangerous to risk.
For Harry Potter, coming out of his
closet began with a simple phrase, “You’re a wizard, Harry.”
After years of not knowing what to call
his differences, his label gave him a key to finding his own people.
But coming out means more than sticking
a label on yourself. There is an AND here. Coming out means both defining yourself
in one way AND proving that you are always more than that simple label or
definition.
We all have our closets.
We all have the dark safe places where
we sit, safe and alone, protecting ourselves from the world around us.
Maybe the world is really dangerous for us. For my friend standing behind the coats it really was. Or maybe we don't want to deal with it. Or maybe we don't want the losses to decimate us. Maybe we are protecting our children. Maybe we are protecting our jobs.
Maybe we don't want other people to define us.
Maybe the world is really dangerous for us. For my friend standing behind the coats it really was. Or maybe we don't want to deal with it. Or maybe we don't want the losses to decimate us. Maybe we are protecting our children. Maybe we are protecting our jobs.
Maybe we don't want other people to define us.
We all have labels that fit parts of our
lives, and some of them we try to wear in secret where no one can see.
Because the world has a way of stripping
us down to our labels, of removing all of the other definitions and pieces that
make us who we are and reducing us to a series of words so that we can be
easily defined.
Understood.
Accepted or cast away based on what is
currently popular or exotic and new.
But as Ash Beckham says, “Closets are
nowhere for a human to live.”
Look at the labels you are
wearing. The ones you have chosen for yourself and the ones you have been born
into. The ones that just happened. The ones others have written on your skin
with words and actions so painful that you think you will wear them forever.
Each label comes with its own closet building kit. Sometimes the spiders come along.
Each label comes with its own closet building kit. Sometimes the spiders come along.
Each closet has the potential to
close you in and lock you away in the dark until you can’t imagine how the
light would feel. Or maybe just to sap your joy as you try to make sure that no one pays attention, that no one notices the label.
But labels and closets are magical, did you know that? The longer you hide who you are, the longer you let others and their expectations define the labels you wear, the larger they become. The more they weigh. The more they become your only definition.
The more you hide in the dark the safer that dark feels, and instead of knowing you, people only learn the shape of your closet walls.
Those walls get thick over the years.
They’re built out of labels. They say lots of things that start with “I am.”
I am queer.
I am divorced.
I am an addict.
I can’t cook.
I am biracial.
I am the parent of an incarcerated child
I am a felon
I am fat
I am anorexic
I am sick
I am poor
I am rich
I am an abuse survivor
I am an abuser
I am profane
I am sacred
I am scared
I believe in miracles
Hundreds more. Thousands more. All the
things we don’t want to talk about. All the definitions of ourselves that are
only pieces of the whole and yet we let them become so much more. The labels become a story, your story.
But closets are not for humans.
Closets are not for long term habitation.
Closets are not for long term habitation.
If you cannot be who you are, where you are, begin looking for somewhere else to be. If the people around you wouldn’t love you if they knew, maybe you need new people.
You are who you are. You can’t be anyone
else.
You have to be you because there isn’t
another option. Respecting the worth and dignity of every individual begins
with you.
Take off your invisibility cloak
whenever you can. Be authentically yourself, in all of your messiness, and pain
and brokenness.
We’re all broken too. It’s ok. You’re
different, just like all the rest of us.
Be honest about who you are, be direct.
If you can’t read, don’t take the book and tell the person “I didn’t get to it
yet,” week after week. Say “I’d love to, but I can’t read.”
Don’t be sorry for who you are. Don’t
apologize for it. If you hurt people, apologize for your actions, but not for
your being.
There will always be people who are
angry at you, maybe disappointed in you, for being who you are. That is their
problem. They have learned to love your closet walls- give them at least a
chance to love the real person inside.
No one else gets to write the story of your life. No one else gets to put their expectations before your reality.
No one else gets to write the story of your life. No one else gets to put their expectations before your reality.
You alone have your hand on the
doorknob, but you are not alone in the room. There are so many closets. So many
people listening for the sound of another door opening, waiting to come out
themselves, waiting not to be alone.
Come out, come out wherever you are.
It's magical out here.
It's magical out here.
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