Hello and welcome to the first of many entries. I’ve just started my journey of reaching out and joining a community. I’ve been bouncing around from location to location because of work and its been really hard to make any long lasting friendship. The best I got is one childhood friend I talk to once a month and my partner. I don’t want to dump all my shit onto him so I had an epiphany: why not join a support group instead? Needless to say, here I am.

I’ve never been a group like this so I’m not entirely sure what to do. However, I can tell a pretty good story so I’ll start there. I was in the middle of reading ‘Call Me By Your Name’ by Andre Aciman and I thought about how people come out to one another. How I came out to my partner a year and a half ago. How I’ve been continuing to come out again and again to everyone I meet. I thought it’d get easier after a while but I think I’m just accepting of whatever rejection that may occur. Then it hit me, how many people in my life have actually rejected me since I told them who I was? Approximately 1/10. In the grand scheme of my life, that really isn’t that many people. That fear of rejection fueled me into isolation and the growing separation of my family and friends. Unfortunately, I don’t have the courage to say how I feel to my family but, I do have the courage to say it to a group of strangers. Because even if I am rejected, what the fuck do I have to lose? Not a damn thing. so without further ado, I’ll introduce myself. My name is Sierra, I’m non binary, pansexual, and I use they/ them pronouns. Consider this a warm welcome to the start of many mundane stories about my queer experiences.

Good luck out there everyone, we all know we need it.

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