Can I be a Devils Advocate? Please? Go on, let me...
I think I must be one of the very,
very few people who actually like my Lesbian label. I like the fact that although I don't conform to some of the stereotypical social behavious (not a cat person, sorry) I have finally found out who I am.
I spent years having emotions and feelings for which I had no name. I was gravitationally pulled towards people when I knew that was not what my parents, friends and church told me was normal. So if it wasn't "normal" what on earth was it? Abnormal? Perverted? Wrong?
And then I discovered the word Lesbian, and it all made sense. And then gradually I discovered a way to be, a set of behaviours that I felt comfortable with - a set of ideals and hopes for the world that I could embrace. And, dare I say it, a way of outing myself that didn't involve telling people...
For an awful lot of the people in my life; at home, at church, at work, I am the only gay person they know. I don't shout about my sexuality, but I am very aware that I carry a burden of responsibility to be acceptable, to be loving and caring and non-judgmental, to do as I would be done by. Because then, when people are faced with abstract concepts, like gay marriage and equal rights, they won't think about how it would affect them, they might just pause and think about how it would affect me, the gay person they know. I truly believe that thinking in a small scale leads to huge change. Thinking in terms of huge changes simply frightens people. Including me...
So now I have short hair, I wear trousers, I hotly debate with idiots who don't think before speaking, I aspire to owning a Subaru rather than the rust-bucket I currently drive. Are these adoptions of stereotypical behaviour? Probably. Were these behaviours lying dormant in my personality, just waiting for permission to come alive? I have no idea. Am I willing to break away from those occasionally if they aren't quite 'me'? Definitely.
Have I just rambled on for quite a while? Oh yes...
