What I am
Someone wrote…
I am a female. Born and bred.
But: I am a farm girl. Taught that my only worth in life in bearing sons. I have: shoveled manure, killed chickens, fixed cars and shot skeet.
I have fixed: cars, houses, tractors, lawnmowers, plumbing, gutters, shingles, paving, and people.
I have cooked anything and everything for any person who needs it. I have canned preserves, and planted gardens.
But, to my family, I am not entirely female. Because I am gay. Because I don’t want children of my own.
And to my friends, I am not entirely gay. Because I have dated men. Because I like to wear dresses and heels and aprons.
There is nowhere I’ve ever fit in more than with my family, more than with my LGBT family. And yet, I am not like them.
I am me. Not you. Not them. Not us.
And I love you for it.
And I love them.
And I love me.
Because I, we, them: are the ones who will change the world.
Not today. And not tomorrow.
But soon. And forever.
What’s your experience?
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