An excerpt from Church Girl Is a Gay: A Memoir in Shreds

The first concert I ever saw was at the Oral Roberts University Mabee Center. It was Sandee Pattie. Amy Grant was next up.

Just a half-block away huge praying hands painted to look like bronze were coming up out of the ground like there was a big, brown man holding his breath underground below. I didn’t know then that the best snowball fight of my life would happen around those hands on the vast, brown grass, snow-covered lawn in front of the medical center. All of us — the ones who seemed happy and the ones who…