I'm Coming Out!... Of the Conservative Closet.
I have this scene in my head. I am standing in front of a five-story grey brick building. It's a cold afternoon, and the crisp sting of the cold air hastens my steps. As I clench the collar of my coat to cover my neck, I rush into the desolate building. Upon entering the building, I find myself in a cold, barren, dimly lit hallway. The sounds of my heels echos off of the bare walls, as I walk towards a room. The room is bare, except for a group of people sitting in a circle. I approach the circle cautiously, taking my seat in the last remaining chair. A series of thoughts flood my minds as I contemplate my introducation. Hesitantly, I remove my coat and clear my throat. "Hello, everyone. My name is Caridad and I am a conservative." I wish coming out as conservative was as dramatic as I made it seem, but alas that is not the case. Although coming out as a Black conservative is not as dramatic, it is as intense. I always feel the need to confess my conservatism, rather ...