Being a lesbian has made me so happy. I discovered that my happiness means being a lesbian. My happiness was hiding for so many years, but this New Year’s Eve I finally found where it was hiding.
It was always you who felt apologetic somehow: for wearing that shirt, for playing that game, for liking this thing, for just being you. But none of that is important.
Sometimes we blind ourselves with the idea of people we should be, the path we should take, to be the society-appropriate. But at the end of the day, ‘you’ should be the one who matters the most. How you felt, how deeply you loved, how fiercely you lived. And you should never apologize for that.
A stripper? I mean, accepting the fact that I might be bisexual was one thing, but being on a date with a stripper?! That was too much to handle for me right now.
I wondered: What if I’m actually NOT queer enough to claim the label?
For a while I thought I could just stay in the closet my entire life.
I was in the closet for too long I was almost sure I was in Narnia already (and the closet is suffocating).