After avoiding the doctor’s office for years, I finally went and came out to him. (Note: Yes, this was all an overreaction. But yeah, I stressed over this for most of the year anyway.)
Discussing the coming-out arc in Supergirl gave us a platform for a good ol’ queer bonding session.
Would I really be a gay blog if I didn’t talk about Love, Simon? This post contains no plot spoilers, but some lines of dialogue re: Simon’s experience. Continue reading
Coming out to people in your life is a never-ending and often difficult process. But coming out to yourself? It’s a crisis that starts in your childhood. You spend innocent years constructing an identity that feels like the ghost of who you really are.
To celebrate National Coming Out Day, I want to share the email I sent to my parents last summer while I was visiting my girlfriend in England. This email is completely unedited and contains a lot of details of my trip before working up the nerve to tell them (the coming out section is in bold). To anyone who is not out yet, do not feel guilty about it. You do not owe people in your life your identity. And if you choose to tell people over texts or emails, or anything that is not in person, that is okay. The average person does not have to struggle like you do, so do not feel bad for making it easier for yourself.
It was the second semester of my freshman year in college, the first time on my own. This was not a good time in my life. The introvert in me formed a shell of isolation, growing thicker by the day. I went to class, I came straight back, I ate a ton of food, I did the freshman fifteen cliché, and I found no new friends that would last a lifetime like I’d been told. I was struggling to find who I was. (Not to be dramatic but I was literally having an identity crisis.) For the first time, and I would say only time, I was truly unhappy.