Now, hopefully all of you reading this agree with me when I say that the members of PFLAG are absolute saints. These people, many of whom aren’t even related to, friends with, or a member of the LGBTAQ community (this is my own abbreviation, it stands for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Asexual and Questioning). They simply love helping people, and they dedicate their time to help troubled children. Needless to say, these are some pretty kick ass human beings. But I’m here to share my own personal story. Now for those of you who don’t know, PFLAG stands for Parents and Friends of Lesbians And Gays (I actually hate it when people use gay as a noun, ie he’s a gay, BURN HIM instead of as an adjective ie he’s so gay that unicorns are afraid to put a sticker of HIM on their binders in high school. But since they use it in a positive connotation I let it slide) They do a million different things for children and parents and for battling homophobia, so I thought my personal problem would be kind of put on the back burner. In Missouri, there are only three chapters of PFLAG, Springfield, St. Louis, and St. Charles. Of the three, Springfield was the closest, so I decided to contact them. I have only recently “come out” to my mother, and it is still a very awkward situation. I told her at 7 in the morning in the way to school, and after that I ran crying and hyperventilating to my theatre teacher. I was pretty much unintelligible the rest of the day, I never let go of my guitar pick and I could barely eat, read, or speak. Now, almost a month later, we still haven’t talked about it. Not a word. So this whole thing, plus my loneliness situation described in previous posts, drove me to try to find a sort of support group. Now,my school doesn’t have a GSA or a GLBT book section in the library, or even an openly gay member of the staff (come to think of it I’m pretty sure there’s only one black member of the staff too). There’s barely a young democrats club, abd there aren’t even many gay people in theatre (go ahead, scream hatred at me for perpetuating a stereotype) . In the immortal words of Fawcette ” it’s not my fault this school is totally devoid of the gay”. So I figured that if I emailed the Springfield chapter they could tell me about any support groups in the area. I emailed the Springfield chapter and, for good measure, the North Western Arkansas chapter. I never dreamed that the Arkansas chapter would be able to help me, but sure enough one thing led to another and Cathy Campbell, the President of the NWA chapter of PFLAG emails me back before the weekend is up. I have yet to hear back from the Springfield chapter, but Cathy Campbell has gone put of her way to help me in every way she can, despite me not even being in her jurisdiction. Thanks Cathy, and bless the people who work with and in PFLAG.