March 1st is Zero Discrimination Day!
In honor, I’m re-sharing the first pride project I did for myself. I got this jean jacket from Ellen Degeneres’ walm*rt collection and painted over the existing lettering with my colors - the pan and ace flags, as well as the general pride flag.
It took me 26 years to admit to myself that I wasn’t straight.
Anyway. I came out to my friends, no one was surprised, and scored myself the best partner anyone could ask for - going on nine months and I couldn’t be happier with that part of my life.
I’m not out to my parents and I’m not sure I ever will be. I’ve know my entire life that they would never, ever accept anything less than “typical straight white Christian female” from me, and while I’ve been happy to disappoint them in many areas, my sexuality is one thing I can’t risk. I have two much-younger siblings that I helped raise, and I have no illusions about my contact with them being limited or severed for being a “bad influence.” But I am secure in my identity and my romance and I know who I am.
In conclusion: it gets better. I live on my own, I’m free to date my partner in public now (my parents moved six hours south) and I am lucky to have the financial means to support myself fairly well.
If you don’t - if you need emotional support of any kind, a hug (real or virtual), a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, I’m here. I’ve been there. I struggle with my depression every day. I struggle with my religious upbringing and weird conservative hangups and knowing my parents may love me but they’ll never support me.
Let me be your mom friend, your weird vodka aunt, that chick on the internet who sends you stupid memes and photos of her cat. It gets better, and until it does, there are people out here who love you and who want to help.
Hit me up.
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