Responding To My Lesbian Sister Pat is my older sister. I am the middle one. Growing up, my younger sister Debbie and I soon learned that as long as we obeyed Pat explicitly, we were allowed to share space in the same house with her. I think Pat would have been content as an only child. In my perception Pat’s energies were devoted to being recognized, being praised, and receiving attention for herself. That left little room in her life for her two sisters. I don’t remember much of my eldest sister in our childhood except her bossing us, fighting with us and even throwing apple cores across the room at us. In my
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Silent no more As long as I remember, I was different and in South Africa where I grew up, there is a myth: if you walk under a rainbow it will change your sex. I tried running under every rainbow I saw! My parents once admitted to me they had wanted a boy; when I came out as a girl, they often treated me as a boy. I wasn’t angry with this because I actually wanted to be a boy.  As a child, my parents fought a lot. My dad was easily angered. I was told I pushed my father away since I was four. Growing up, I always felt uneasy around men.  We attended church on Sundays. Our church didn’t teach
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Journey To Freedom From Homosexuality
God Transformed Me
A Song of Hope
God Calls in Love
His Kindness
In His Hand
A Different Kind Of Coming Out
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