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We don't really understand what it's like to be French. How can we? We don't understand what it's like to be black. Straight people don't understand what it's like to be queer. Don't try to be something which you are not. ~kd lang |
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Written awhile ago...and in need of some updating/editing... My story is neither new nor different from others, but I thought I would post it anyway. Back in Junior high I started noticing the way other females looked. Then, it didn't mean anything to me and I ignored my feelings. Through my high school years I was beginning to take more notice of my attractions, but still didn't pay any real attention. It wasn't until the summer of '97 that I finally came to terms with what I was feeling. Before I left for summer vacation I ended up cruising into a bi chat room, not expecting to really stay long. I ended up meeting some great friends and becoming a regular. While I was gone I let things flow, all my thoughts and feelings. I was able to tell my cousins and my sister while in the States. During '98, I came out to my parents. I felt so much better afterwards, not having to hide. Back at school I felt better about myself. Though most students would persecute me for liking those of the same sex, I was able to "come out" to a number of people and with their help I was been able to keep what little sanity I had left. They have been my crutches upon which I have found support. For that I will for ever be thankful. During the first semester of college at SUNY New Paltz, I came out as a lesbian. Womyn felt right. There is a fairly good sized gay community there and I was happy. Still the label of lesbian seemed too small, unable to hold all that I am. I have since turned to queer because I find it more encompassing. I started really questioning my gender outside of just wondering what it would be like if I were male like I used to. Now I straddle genders, letting one out one day and the other another day, or both at the same time. Genderqueer, that fits. There are a few in my life who think of me in the male sense and I'm grateful. I am who I am. |
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Does it Matter? My father asked
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Links Butch-Butch.com
An online community and forum based out of Montreal
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