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I had grown up in a loving home with my parents and younger sister. I guess I’d always known that I was different, it was around the age of 12 at school that I first realized that I liked guys not girls.
I identify as female and I grew up in a completely heteronormative environment. My friends and family were all straight (to my knowledge) and we talked about getting married and boyfriends and babies like it was all that simple.
Am I gay? Am I queer? Or am I even a human being? Perhaps it might surprise you that there’re many people who would say that I’m neither, not even the latter, after having told them who I am. This text, however, will be about those who accept me.
I know precisely the moment I became gay. Of course, it didn’t happen exactly that fast, but at a precise moment, things inside my head shifted from believing I was straight to know I am gay.
This is no ordinary coming out story. I was 21 and confused I started with a leading financial MNC in Mumbai, India. I was physically attracted to someone but that someone was a man and not a woman.
I was 17 when I came out to my parents. I did it separately, even though they were still married at the time. I was at a friend’s house – his mom is a lesbian woman, and we had built a very unique relationship.