I am no stranger to Facebook “comment wars.” At one time, I was a wannabe golden child in both the Evangelical church in which I was primarily raised, and in conservative Catholic circles where I worked after college and during graduate school. Today, I am a fiscally moderate, socially liberal clinical counselor and educator specializing in trauma.
The Life and Times of Harvey Milk, the documentary not the feature film, changed my life at eleven. I watched it on PBS with my folks one night. I hadn’t come out as queer. I didn’t even realize I was queer.
I am all woman. Well, at least to the outside world, those who don’t know me, I appear to be all woman. I am six feet tall, a 35 inch inseam, have DD breasts, ample hips, a soft jaw line, long hair and I don’t shy away from dresses and make-up. In fact, I embrace the feminine on stage.
I’ve recently discovered that I’m gay, you know like the usual thing that happens during high school when you figure out the person that you and figure out what to do for the rest of your life. Well, mind didn’t really go ask I wanted to.
Sexuality is infinitely complex and yet, at the same time, incredibly simple. Something the world at large seems to be constantly trying to get their head around. It is, in my experience, one of the most misunderstood things in the history of ever.
I’ve been talking to a small group of lesbians online recently. I hadn’t planned on it, it just sort of happened, but yeah. And I’ve really enjoyed it. I like lesbians. Not all of course.
I hope this article helps someone. That is it’s only purpose. If you read my last post, you’ll know that I don’t usually put all my cares and worries out there for everyone to see. If you meet me in person, you’ll probably think that I’m a fairly happy and optimistic person (because I am, inherently, although I do live with depression as well) and I like to keep it that way. I can be strong for all of us, but especially for myself.