My Coming Out Story

It’s pride month and although I have changed which prompts I’m using there’s always going to be a coming out story one. Despite the fact that I keep pointing out that I’ve come out a lot over the years, because whilst straight remains the assumption all of us who aren’t are going to have to keep on coming out again and again and again. I’m a bit stumped about which coming out story I’ve got left that I haven’t already done.
I guess coming out to my mother is something that keeps happening whenever I mention the fact that I’m in a relationship with a woman. I don’t know, that doesn’t seem like much of a story.

National Coming Out Day, National Visibility Day, I always fel like it’s my duty to come out visibily on those days to encourage the rest, to give hope? It seems like it’s important to make a big deal out of it for the people who can’t or who can’t yet. And yet I’m sat here and I’ve come out so much that I’m not sure I’ve got another coming out story in me, just endless repetition. I think that’s what it has to be though for my generation, it’s endless cycles of the same thing because otherwise we don’t know how important change needs to be or why we’re aiming for it.

So is this my coming out post? I’m bisexual, I’m cis, I’m poly, I’m kinky. None of these things are wrong, they’re all important parts of a person and whilst cis-het-not at all queer is the presumed default we have to keep on coming out.

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