I’d like to encourage everyone to be themselves. Life is too short to be anybody else.
Sometimes it’s actually super funny to watch acquaintances squirming to apologize after assuming we’re sisters, or to watch Mystery Method rejects stammer, searching for a cool-sounding answer to “we’re actually on a date with each other right now.”
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.
“We’re fine with your straightness, but just be straight over there in the corner, please.”
One day, I hope you have the courage to step out of that closet and be free. I hope you meet someone who will truly accept you.
I need you to know we see you. We hear you. We feel you. We were you.
The alternative to this is just as simple: listen to us.
Q: “What does ‘queer’ mean, exactly?”
A: “It’s a catch-all term for ‘not straight.’”
He’s been the best therapist I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot of therapists. Seven, to be exact; I’m like the Elizabeth Taylor of therapy patients.