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I just heard from my mother today that my godmother, who is my mom's second cousin, has decided to blame my father for my being gay. She suggested that my father was to blame for not taking me out to play football and baseball.

She herself has divorced and remarried. Her own biological mother who never married gave her up for adoption to her aunt. Her biological mother actually took care of me before she died in the early 90s.

There’s a story I hear in #LGBTQ+ spaces: that coming out young is brave. That the earlier you do it, the more self-aware you must be.
The truth is that access and support— not just courage — play a quiet but powerful role in when or whether we come out.
medium.com/prismnpen/coming-ou

Prism & Pen · Coming Out Young Is a Privilege, Not a Badge - Prism & Pen - MediumBy Eleni Stephanides

I laid down the line in the sand, half expecting someone to walk out. Thankfully, they didn’t and my message was delivered in no uncertain terms. Although the 20 students were a bit stunned by my frankness, I relied on the respect earned from last semester, especially the few who thanked me for creating a “safe space.”
medium.com/prismnpen/my-androg

Prism & Pen · My Androgyny Affirmed By Song and Students - Prism & Pen - MediumBy Lsjaffee (Writer, Educator, Over-Thinker)

I’m writing this follow-up in the aftermath of that piece being read by people I hadn’t expected — namely, my mother and sister. Their reactions reminded me why telling the truth out loud is still so risky… and still so necessary.
medium.com/prismnpen/say-the-t

Prism & Pen · “Say the Thing”: When Family Loves You Wrong - Prism & Pen - MediumBy Andy Curtiss
#LGBTQ#Queer#Family

Even before I had a name for it, I knew I was different. I’d flip through magazines and feel a tug in my chest when I saw certain women, TV presenters, actresses, models. It wasn’t jealousy or admiration the way I told myself it was. It was something deeper. Something unspoken.
medium.com/prismnpen/the-momen

Prism & Pen · The Moments of Realisation: Quiet Truths From My ChildhoodBy Simi khan

This summarizes a journal entry from a terrible night in 1985. It came from the recovered writing I found on the battered old CD backup.

In 1985, in my 20s, I struggled in rural Montana thinking I was the only queer hippie/biker in the world. I was excited for the first ever gay/lesbian dance in Missoula. I was going to meet other gay men for the first time in my life.

On arriving, I didn't even remotely fit in. There was always a wide clear space around me as I stood alone next to a wall.

After a couple hours, a neatly dressed gentleman in his forties approached me. He introduced himself and proceeded to tell me everything I did wrong. He said I would never be welcomed among gay men until I cut my hair, shaved off the beard, covered the tattoos, abandoned the Harley T-shirts and leather pants. He was brutal in his criticism of my appearance.

I fled on my motorcycle, now knowing for sure I really was the only queer hippie/biker in the world.

It took me years to recover from that night.

A long time ago, I told a lesbian friend that I was bi. Probably the first person I ever told. She asked me why I thought that, and I gave her my reasons. They apparently weren't good enough for her, and she scoffed and said I was straight.

I figured she must know better than I did, what with her being much more experienced than I was and all. So when two friends of mine (on separate occasions) came out to me as bi, I scoffed and told them they were gay.

Because I was laughed at for coming out, it left me thinking I couldn't trust my own judgment about myself. And then I went and passed that curse onto others. I hope it stopped with them. I hope they were able to ignore my useless opinion. If I was still in contact with them, I'd apologize.

It's only my second #NationalComingOutDay but it's definitely better out than it was in the closet. I wrote an essay recently for my blog that addresses a question I was frequently asked about essentially 'what took so long.' I wrote about it because it was a question I struggled to answer for myself. Here's a snippet.

But whether you're "late" "early" or still not ready, live your best life and take care! ❤️ 🏳️‍🌈 🥳

#Gay#Queer#LGBTQ