For weeks I’ve wrestled with this post. I doubted that my experience as a member of the LGBTQIA community was ‘enough’ to have sufficient merit for a PRIDE post (Hello Impostor Syndrome, my old friend!). Doubted that I had anything worth sharing. So for a few weeks instead, I’ve been leaning into Pride month by focusing my hobbies toward the community.
I attended the Sapphic Sunday Tea dance party at Madame Sherri’s, watched movies with representation (Honey Don’t and Bound), listened to podcasts (Two Bi Guys and Savage Lovecast), and I’ve read (articles, short stories, historical accounts, and am currently reading Transcendent by Laverne Cox).
I knew as a teen that I found both men and women attractive (and later discovered I find people of all genders attractive). I had no idea that *might* be a clue I could be queer. I’ve only recently learned that it’s relatively common for bi and pansexual people to assume ‘everyone does this’….which made for one memorably awkward conversation with my mom and sister (for the record, neither recalled this conversation with the same cringey vividness I did).
College and young adulthood ensued and I was able to explore a bit more…but it was always off. I was trying to find my identity coming off the heels of the AIDS crisis and in the era of Wild Things and Matthew Shepard’s murder (both 1998) – a full ten years before Katy Perry’s (problematic) I Kissed a Girl (2008).
And honestly, what were my chances?
As kids, we insulted EVERYTHING and EVERYONE as “gay”. There was no worse thing you could be in rural Pennsylvania (except perhaps a gay POC!).
No matter what you feel inside that conflicts with those assertions, they’re strongly instilled. I defaulted to compulsory heterosexuality. My forays elsewhere were safe only when they were ‘experimental’ or performative – and man that’s a LOT of cognitive dissonance to just keep shoving down and away for years!*
While I floundered, the community (and its allies) recognized the critical importance of dragging our contentious, often-hate-filled society inch by bloody inch towards a better place and time.
They worked tirelessly on my behalf at great personal risk: Grassroots organizing, pushing for medical and legal protections, creating and supporting businesses and social support structures, and perhaps most importantly: EXISTING VISIBLY. Especially during June.
The catalyst that finally pushed me from impostor to writer this month was someone commenting on the subject of being gay “keep it to yourself”.
I won’t! Not anymore!
(Not during June! Not today, the anniversary of the Stonewall Riots)
So here are some of my “ya might be queer and not know it” moments:
- You describe yourself as a tomboy
- You watched Wild Things and Cruel Intentions…a lot
- You think Ryan Reynolds, Margot Robbie, Ruby Rose, and Hunter Schafer are all 🔥
- You find yourself drawn to labels like ‘flexible’
- You obsessively watched Pitch Perfect dozens of times (“So, there’s like 10 of us. That means one of us is probably a lesbian.”)
- You were dumbstruck by the appeal of a female friend eating chocolate – so much so that you blurted it out loudly in a moment of quiet at a party
I share this because representation matters. For some, having a word for the feelings they experience is freeing. For some, having a model makes things less scary or lonely.
I share this because I struggled and still do – impostor syndrome I’m coming for ya’! I share because those who shared before me have helped me be safer and more accepted as I am. I share because my experience has been messy – and sometimes my whole existence too. I’m still figuring it out and I’m so thankful to have a few weeks out of the year with a bit of additional kindness and consideration for that.
I’ll wrap this with a quote:
“DESPITE THE FACT THAT I’M A SWIRLING BLACK HOLE OF CHAOS I AM PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME”
– Hank Moody, Californication
*note – I also recognize the privilege of the straight passing safety I experience.



So for those who are just tuning in – I’m donating a kidney. This is the 2nd installment in my experience as a series of blog posts. This one will focus a little bit more on what’s entailed with the screening process and my goal is to inspire more people (minimally) to sign up to be organ donors upon death.
It’s Friday. I have started my 3 day weekend by waking up at 4am. Why? To drive 3 hours to New Jersey for medical tests and consults.