From Lesbian to Gay Man: Hop for Visibility, Awareness, and Equality
Welcome, and thank you for visiting my page today. It’s International Day Against Homophobia, Bi- and Transphobia. For more information about participating blogs, please see the links below or go to Hop for Visibility, Awareness and Equality.
There’s a giveaway at the end of the post, so be sure to enter!
THE WINNER OF THE CONTEST WAS CIA NORDWELL! GRATS, CIA!
MY JOURNEY with the being LGBTQ+ started off with having my first girlfriend, and labeling myself a lesbian. I was sixteen. At the time, I didn’t identify with being a lesbian. I just happened to love a girl, and she was a girl, and that was that. She’s never dated a girl before either, but she identified as a straight girl who happened to date a girl. (As far as I know, she’s currently happily married with kids somewhere in Washington.) However, my family and friends and everyone else forced the lesbian label on us, so we eventually we adopted it, and embraced it.
After we broke up, I went to college, and met a man, and I fell in love with him too. But I was a lesbian, right? I decided to keep labeling myself as a lesbian, and said I was just dating a man as a fluke. Again, it was society that had a hard time understanding this. The lesbian label they gave to me, they now wanted to take away, because I was dating a man. I lost friendships for this, and was ostracized by my local LGBT community. It was one of my darkest times.
My boyfriend and I broke up after five years, and I met someone else. Another boy. I finally shed my lesbian label, and said I was bisexual. Later this boy would come out to me as a transwoman, and I’d embrace that.
We parted ways, and I ended up meeting and marrying a man. I’ve never hid anything from my partners about my past, so each one has accepted this additional part of me. You know how they tell you to never fully discuss your sexual past with potential lovers? Well for me, it’s a litmus test I put everyone through, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Then I came out a transman. I wasn’t a lesbian; I wasn’t bisexual. I was a pansexual transman, who married a man. However, even though I identify that way now, I fully realize the fluidity of my gender and sexuality, and I reason that some day, there may be other words we create that will describe me more to my liking. You never know.
Just the other day, someone asked me how I knew I was gay (as in, a gay man). While this question startled me at first, it’s not a bad thing to represent more than one color of the rainbow.
King of the Storm ebook, a bisexual fantasy!
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I’ll be contacting the winner on the 27th.
Erica Pike (M/M)
Andrew Jericho (GAY)
Tempeste O’Riley (M/M)