It was the start of puberty, and I know that for a fact because I had started cultivating my own brand of acne and I realized that I had my first big crush. On my classmate. She happened to be the coolest girl I met when first starting school in Mexico, with five years of dance and even more years in soccer behind her name. But she was never going to find out because the slippery slope in my mind assured me that even a peep of a confession would procure the inevitable end of all human morality. Homosexuality was either black or white, bad or good; the dichotomy made me feel like I was in the right. My mother taught me to be a good Catholic girl who would marry a lawyer, and possibly have three boys named after various saints. That wasn't what
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Instead, it was the large “fluorescent” sign that followed me around in mind and body, the one that kept telling me that I was gay. This time around, I needed to listen because my desperate attempts at appearing heterosexual were not fooling anyone. I had mellowed and researched sexuality and the whole spectrum of LGBT topics, choosing to embrace it. Gay people weren't sexual deviants and transgender people weren't attention seekers. As soon as I understood that sexuality was a spectrum, I had an epiphany of biblical proportions. Not too far after, I had to deal with the closet and the piling dirty laundry involved with telling the right people. Similar to Minesweeper, I wanted to tread lightly when telling others because simple missteps would lead into a field of former friends who just could not tolerate homosexuals. Yet, the outlook was rather positive after I got a girlfriend. There were people obviously opposed to it, but the support from people I didn’t know was reassuring. Learning to accept myself was a lesson in and of itself, but the backing from my high school peers motivated me to work for LGBT tolerance in my environment. I live within a very liberal generation, and I feel that exposure is a key factor for such. Thus, by being "out", I can passively change people's ideas about lesbians through mere interaction. Actively, they will know that homosexuality (or any other
Instead, it was the large “fluorescent” sign that followed me around in mind and body, the one that kept telling me that I was gay. This time around, I needed to listen because my desperate attempts at appearing heterosexual were not fooling anyone. I had mellowed and researched sexuality and the whole spectrum of LGBT topics, choosing to embrace it. Gay people weren't sexual deviants and transgender people weren't attention seekers. As soon as I understood that sexuality was a spectrum, I had an epiphany of biblical proportions. Not too far after, I had to deal with the closet and the piling dirty laundry involved with telling the right people. Similar to Minesweeper, I wanted to tread lightly when telling others because simple missteps would lead into a field of former friends who just could not tolerate homosexuals. Yet, the outlook was rather positive after I got a girlfriend. There were people obviously opposed to it, but the support from people I didn’t know was reassuring. Learning to accept myself was a lesson in and of itself, but the backing from my high school peers motivated me to work for LGBT tolerance in my environment. I live within a very liberal generation, and I feel that exposure is a key factor for such. Thus, by being "out", I can passively change people's ideas about lesbians through mere interaction. Actively, they will know that homosexuality (or any other