I remember having major crushes on girls and shoving it aside as nothing.
I remember coming home in my first year of university and asking my mother what she would think if I was a lesbian. It wasn’t the best reaction. I forgive and love her. Her love for me actually helped me come out many years later and she loves my partner like a daughter.
I came out late in life. I was over 30 and married. I wish I hadn’t hurt him and am grateful for his continued love and support. I honour our time together.
Today is national coming out day and the truth is I come out every day. I pass as straight if I’m by myself or I don’t tell you. It means that I have a choice when others don’t. And I choose to come out over and over again because not everyone can. And it has also meant that I have felt invisible at times in the world and in my own community.
And it’s not everything about me but I do wonder what my life would have been like if being who I am had been modelled for me when I was younger. If there had been clubs and support and kissing on tv. ⠀
We have so much farther to go. So many injustices that still exist. And today I celebrate who I am. I celebrate everyone in the growing alphabet community! Seen and unseen. I see you and I love you!