Coming Out Stories. Gods. Sometime’s it feels that’s all you’re doing as a queer person. I certainly have written about the first time I came out before. I’ve written about how, being femme and cis it feels like I have a duty to keep coming out – there’s no real good stories, it’s just continual conversations and the ability to keep having those conversations.
I’m not sure if the first person I came out to was my teenage best friend or if it was the first girl I kissed. When you kiss a girl and you weren’t expecting to I guess that’s kind of like coming out to yourself.
Then you admit it happened in the darkness of a sleepover and that’s full of teenage confusion.
And then it’s mostly drama free with the build up of background tension. Just, eternal conversations of endlessly redrawing boundaries.
I find it tiring. Just something you have to do as a queer person that straight people don’t.