Before I realized I was gay, thus 'came out', I was doing seminary, working on getting my D.Min and several other letters.
After I came out I lost my faith in the church, or more to the point the process of coming out taught me a great deal of the men in the church who I had held such a high regard for that when my eyes were open I lost faith in the Church.
Then I gained faith in God, and I went on to be a carpenter instead of a minister.
Coming out was a mixed blessing. I gained a lot, and lost a lot. Mostly the losses were naive notions about what God and Faith was, the gains were I got a better focus on what I
needed in life as opposed to what I
wanted, and I finally caught a glimpse of God.
My role in others lives has had a huge impact. With the collar on and with it off. I did a lot of time in ministry-ish like labor. No I didn't don the collar and get on the pulpit, but I worked with disadvantaged individuals in various areas. My life is an example of the positives, and part of my life is that I am gay.
BAck when I was in seminary the Episcopal Church as a strict 'no gay' policy. Then the adopted their version of Don't Ask, Don't tell. Then in 2003 Gene Robinson was ordained as a Bishop - the very first openly gay bishop.
None of that just happened. There was constantly a string of letters (perhaps bags of letters) and back room whispers and 'nagging' from me and many like me, could-have-been clergy who were disenfranchised by the Church over our sexuality and with a mission to spread the word that God doesn't hate gays.
Obviously our letters and whispers and patient peddling of the new Word paid off because the Episcopal Church has become such a positive and nearly affirming place for LGBT.
Had I just stayed in the closet, I would have went on to become a Friar. I would have taken vows (Obedience, poverty, celibacy) and lived silently. If we all did that, stayed in our closets and remained silent, I seriously doubt that the changes that have taken place would have.
For me it was simply a matter of living a lie or living the truth.
Granted up until I was 24 I was so deep in the closet that I didn't even know I was gay (I mistook my disinterest in the females as natural celibacy). However when I was confronted with my feelings, confronted with my desires to be with a man, it only took me 6 months to work through the confusion, the doubt, the fear, the angst over what I thought it meant to be gay and the consequences of that Vs the consequences of living a lie.
Being LGBT is no different than being straight. You love, you live, you laugh, you cry. You bleed when pricked, you pay taxes and eventually you die. Between today and death you hope to find your bit of happiness and home the Tax man doesn't come around to give you an audit.
Who you love and what you do with who you love is no big deal.