There is a stereotype of queer folk as very sad, lonely, frightened, oppressed individuals, cowering in a closet, unable to love or be loved except in furtive, secret moments. There's all kinds of truth wrapped up in that stereotype. But I want to say this:
When y'all weren't looking, perhaps to our own surprise, queer folk have created a rich tapestry of life and love. There are whole communities of queer folk going about their day in a celebratory way. There's a lot of us living, moving, and having our being in the midst of heterosexual, cissexual, straight, normative culture. And while that can be constraining at times, I do not go home at the end of the day to cry in my soup. At the end of the day, I'm not begging God to make me different; I'm begging God to send me more mischief to get up to.
There's a lot of folks seeking equality (however one measures that), and I'm glad the folks who want to marry are getting their chance. But that's not my goal. Part of the fun (yes, FUN) of claiming a queer identity is setting myself at odds with normative structures in this world. Not all of them every day--I've got kids to feed and rent to pay like everybody else. But being at odds is a delightful state of being. Being odd. Being queer. And to my everlasting joy, being queer, being at odds, is satisfyingly compatible with the essential tenets of Christian faith.
So I don't know if I can offer safe space--safety is hard to guarantee, as I've written before. But Beloveds, I can offer love and laughter, a place to share deeply. I can stand with you while you push against oppressive structures (and in this I understand some of those structures will be racist, sexist, classist, ableist, and that claiming queer requires solidarity in those struggles as well).
So come out, come out, wherever you are. The table is set and the wine is poured.