A Story for International Coming Out Day
This is a long post, but it comes from the heart. I welcome your comments.
I’ve waited a long time to write this, and I’m still not sure.
I have been afraid all my life. Afraid that you might find out about me. I have sustained insults, devoted myself to other people’s plans for me, avoided people that I used to know because I’m scared of what they might ask me, hidden who I am from myself, been interrupted every day with thoughts that I am hateful and broken and deserve punishment.
I have felt this way, not because I have done anything wrong, or anything more wrong than the rest of us, but because I love men. And I, myself am a man. I also love women, but that never invited persecution. I identify as bisexual, and since I started to think…
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