My name is Marcia Morgan and I’m not quite sure when I would say I “came out.” Sexuality of any kind was never openly discussed while growing up since I was raised in a strong church family.
I was in my late 20’s before my dearest (and very straight) friend helped me accept who I was. At that time, I was just entering the military and witch-hunts to identify gays were very common. Throughout my career in the Army, it was the norm to live a low-key, private life where friends were very protective of each other. In the last few years, I decided that I would just be who I was — if they chose to discharge me at that point, it would be okay. It wasn’t that I was openly gay; I told a couple of my bosses for different reasons but continued to lead a fairly private life. My late partner had spent a number of years in the intelligence community, both in the military and as a civilian. As a result she was very concerned about my openness and encouraged me to adopt a lower profile. We occasionally went to a quarterly “T dance” in downtown D.C., but for the most part, the only public events we participated in were MCC services nearby.
We initially bought a weekend/future retirement home in Carolina Beach in 2000, and were lucky to have met Frank Harr at St. Jude’s MCC here in Wilmington. After Melanie passed away, I moved to NC full time as my permanent home and began to become more active within the community. It was an honor to be asked to be on the board of the Frank Harr Foundation. I am proud to be living my life openly as a member of the LGBTQ community.