Welcome to another month of We're Here, We're Queer! First, I want to acknowledge that this is the 12th story which means there's been an entire year's worth of stories…
How is it September already!? We're Here, We're Queer! has been around for seven months now. SEVEN! I'm pleased that so many folks are not only interested in sharing their…
How do I explain what it's like to not have a gender? How can I describe something that has been a part of me for my entire life, the very…
There's this thing that's inside of me that I really need to get out into the open. It may not make sense to everyone but, to the people who know…
Folks. I’m SUPER excited to being you this month’s edition of We’re Here, We’re Queer! I met Julie AnnMarie on Instagram last year and she has been a shining light of love + positivity + hilarity for me ever since. (Plus she says ‘wicked’ like a real New Englander despite living her whole life in Florida so – bonus points there!) I think her story is a testament to how much good we can do by just talking about our recovery – you never know who you’re going to reach or who’s life you could change.
I’m so grateful that she agreed to take time out of her life to put this little piece together.
I’m 28, identify as lesbian, live in Florida, and I just celebrated my one year soberversary on March 10th of this year. It’s weird to say that and still trips me out to think back on the past year and how much has changed. (more…)
Content Warning: while not particularly descriptive or detailed, this piece does mention self mutilation so, if you’re extra sensitive to that topic, this may not be the read for you.
I don’t remember exactly when the first time was that I cut myself, I just remember that I was in 7th or 8th grade. All of my journals from that time in my life are in my dad’s basement, 3000 miles away in New Hampshire so, I’m having to go on memory here. Please, bear with me as I work to recall the details (more…)
The first time I came out I was 16 years old. It was the summer before my Junior year of High School and I was in my bedroom with my friend, Kim. We were writing in a notebook, passing it back and forth (because that’s how we did things in 1997.) There was tension in the air. We both had something important to tell the other one and, as it turns out, we had the SAME thing to tell each other. After countless back and forth statements of uncertainty, I’m not sure which one of us took the leap and wrote it first but one of us finally declared “I’m bisexual” in writing for the other to see. The other immediately replied “me too.” This double revelation blew open our friendship and we were soon each other’s girlfriend. Not knowing how our families or general community would react, we kept (more…)
I didn’t go to College.
There. I said it.
Not that this is the biggest secret in the world but, it is something that I’ve felt increasingly anxious about people finding out over the past few years. You see, the people I know and interact with on a regular basis are often VERY educated and super smart. I always have this fear that they’ll find out that I don’t have any degree at all, never mind the multiple degrees a lot of them have, and decide that I’m not smart enough to hang out with. Or smart enough to work with. Or smart enough to exist in their world. (more…)