I have only just turned the doorknob of my own personal closet. I've just recently come out to myself after many long years of a sort of oblivious denial. I grew up in a Baptist family, in a small town where racism and bigotry are the norm and openmindedness a rare jewel to be treasured when it's found. I grew up operating under the assumption that I would someday marry a man, settle down, have children, and all that typical American Dream jazz. It never occurred to me to question my... (continue reading)
