Beyond The Stained Glass Closet – Weekend Edition – Issue #19

Hello Friends!

Here is the BTSGC Weekly Update!

Monday started great with a memoir editing meeting. It was a fantastic time. We were entirely in sync, and I loved it. We started digging into the content editing of the memoir, and it was challenging in some good ways. It sparks joy to see necessary information filled in, distractions removed, and what needs to be said done with clarity, oomph, and sometimes a good dose of humor. 🙂

I love the process they have created. It is entirely different from the process I had when I contributed to books in the past. Much more interested in my voice instead of someone else’s agenda. Very cool! I am now beyond convinced I found the right publishing home.

BTSGC Community

The BTSGC posts have had one of the busiest weeks since coming to Substack in September. Empathy is a lost art and one I am trying to continue to grow in, and responding to former colleagues while standing in my truth with confidence is empowering. The posts are listed below, as usual. These posts generated great private conversations with both survivors and allies. I am very grateful. Thank you!

You are amazing. Have a beautiful day and a wonderful week.

Beyond The Stained Glass Closet by Randy Scobey
When Criticism Comes, Stand In Your Truth And Listen With Empathy
My friend Sheila (name changed to protect her identity), who I have known for THIRTY years (just realized that!) 🙂 said the below in response to a post I shared on Facebook: What had happened was a trans activist that I enjoyed following on Instagram…
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Beyond The Stained Glass Closet by Randy Scobey
“I Will Pray For You To See The Truth, Randy”
An old friend who used to edit a youth magazine for Focus On The Family left a comment on one of my Instagram posts about the Club Q shooter. Let’s call him Fred. I will parse it into this post’s relevant subject matter (does not include his full comment…
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Beyond The Stained Glass Closet by Randy Scobey
Today is World Aids Day
Around 1988ish, well before I went into the stained glass closet, when I learned that Ray, an ex-boyfriend, had died of AIDS, I broke down in the middle of a Krystal cheeseburger place with bitter tears. It was 3:30 AM on a Sunday morning, and the bars had just closed…
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