The first time I sat down at a Quaker meeting I started to cry. Outside, it was a hot and frenetic summer day in the city. But the quiet, light-filled sanctuary was just that — a refuge. I hadn’t realized how deeply I’d yearned for the calm until I was enveloped in it. I, like many other queer people, have a fraught relationship with organized religion. Still, nearly three years ago…
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