I don't give star ratings to non-fiction, especially memoirs, no matter my regard for them. I don't feel it's my place to add or subtract stars from anyone's lived experience.
"Perhaps in some way my words will help them to use their strength to reclaim what is rightfully theirs―the power of choice."
- Elissa Wall
These are the groomers.
I was 11 when my dad died; my parents had a very contentious divorce, resulting in him largely being absent from my life. Even so, my mom had me and my siblings attend his funeral. Even though I didn't know him, even though I wasn't mourning.
When we got there, we were treated like pariahs, surrounded by family we never knew and who never wanted to know us. We were just four little urchins on the outskirts, navigating a funeral for a stranger, surrounded by even more strangers.
The priest directing my father's funeral noticed this. He saw that we were unaccompanied minors, disregarded and unprotected by the adults around us.
And he closed in on me. He pulled me aside, saying he wanted to offer me a "tour of the church". Already feeling lost by virtue of the situation, I was like, "...Sure."
The "tour of the church" led directly to its basement. Down there, he wanted to take me further to some back room. I remember standing there, my face scrunched in the dim light, watching him go where he wanted me to follow.
And then I turned around without a word and went back upstairs.
Whatever was going to happen in that church basement (which I think I have a fair idea of), defiance saved me.
Deviance saved me.
Reading Elissa Wall's gutwrenching, but powerful memoir Stolen Innocence punctuates the danger of high-control groups; the dangers of doctrines that insist on surrendering, obedience, and repression.
So often, these high-control groups are religious. It's those people in power, those who think themselves holier-than-thou, those who won't allow themselves to be questioned or defied, who prey on the most vulnerable and weak, who expect silence and guilt in response to their wrongdoings who are the groomers.
So often, the ones who’ll claim to “save you” are the ones you need to be saved from.
Right now, as I write this, conservative America is undergoing a moral panic over drag performance and there is a rise in trans- and homophobic attitudes. The fear is supposed danger to children, and it's bullshit.
The existence of drag queens is not a danger to children. The existence of trans people is not a danger to children. The existence of queer people is not a danger to children.
The danger is these global organizations that elevate people to positions of power they can abuse, all while teaching doctrine of restriction.
And drag is art, free from restriction. Welcoming to all, it makes no demand of those who choose to participate in it. It is freedom of expression, freedom of bodily autonomy, freedom of being. Freedom of choice. While drag is not the all of the LGBTQIA+ community and experience, it is a celebration of being who you are.
And I think that's what scares the conservatives, the religious right. Those people in power used to abusing it. They want obedience. They want conformity. They want silence.
Those "values", had they been instilled in me at age 11, wouldn't have protected me at my father's funeral. Just as "keeping sweet" didn't protect the FLDS girls like Elissa Wall, forced into child marriages with adult men, taught nothing of consent, knowing nothing of freedom.
Just as defiance and deviance saved me when I was little, those values helped Elissa and so many others find escape.
Compare that to the LGBTQIA+ community, always there, ready to welcome the hurt, lost and rejected home. 💕