Kissed a girl, won't change the world

Forgot that today is National Coming Out Day. It's never meant that much to me, really. If I'm remembering correctly, when I first came out to my school, it was in the middle of the school year. When I first meet people and am pretty sure I'll be forming some kind of connection to them (friend or close aquantince, even), I tend to come out right away just so that they know everything up front.

Reading Bilerico today,though...this line kind of...well

I'm an out queer lesbian who sleeps with men

Which brings up something I've been thinking about, which I actually deleted from this journal before anyone (at least anyone who had anything to say) could read it.

Male-identified lesbian.

Just...a turn of phrase that fits more often than it doesn't, I think.

But what do I know?

I'm your leap of faith

Every Day Is Coming Out Day


While I may have "officially" come out years ago to myself and my loved ones, it has become increasingly apparent to me that coming out never stops. Ever. Every day I find little moments when I have to say or do something to let people know that I'm gay.

There are always moments as I go throughout my day when someone says something that I have to gently correct. From "so your wife sent you to do the grocery shopping..." to "are you two brothers?", there are numerous times I have to come out every day.

Sure, I could just ignore it and move on. But I don't want to- it feels like giving up or giving in to me.'

Story of my life. Like I said earlier-I usually tell people up front that I'm (for lack of a single, better word) queer. There are some I could let believe that I'm straight-but if feels like defeat. Or, worse, like I'm ashamed of what I am. Which I never, ever have been and never ever will be.


Completely unrelated...ugh. Painters came in last night, and I feel so rotten. Whole body hurts, and I'm run down as hell. I should make some tea, that might make me feel better.