I won’t say a flat out “no”, because if the situation presented itself in the right light, I may consider it. That, however, is very unlikely because I’m very body conscious and careful about who I share my body with. I have to feel comfortable and I don’t see that being a comfortable situation for me.
Memories of my Mum telling me she would love me no matter what, Memories of my friend Pat grinning and saying “we can check out the same girls!”, Memories of my brother telling me I’m still his amazing big sister, Memories of my friend Rhys saying “me too”, Memories of my best friend crying with me and hugging me for hours when I came out to my parents, Memories of becoming close friends with the first straight girl I fell for, Memories of my girl friends all offering to take me out to gay clubs, Memories of the boys at work asking my advice on girls, Memories of Dad saying he was proud of me and knowing that he was doing his best to accept me.
All of those memories of being accepted and loved for who I am. It completely obliterates the homophobic comments I experienced the other day. We can often overcome the negatives by reminding ourselves of all those positives.
“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.”— Emily Dickinson (via bluebusybee)
They say it’s good for the heart, They say it’s good for the mind, They say the people we love we leave behind, They say it’s torture and pain, They say it’s freedom again, What do we know now? They say it’s people we know, They say it’s fractions and wholes, They say it’s pushing a stone up a hill to let it roll, They say it’s pleasure and pain, They say it’s freedom again, What do we know now?
Two years ago, before I came to terms with the fact that I’m attracted to women, I had “dreams” of one day getting married to a man and having a family. It absolutely blows my mind that, two years on, I’ve finally accepted myself for who I really am and in doing so have been denied the right to someday marry the person I love.
My friend leaves for Europe for three months tonight. As I’ll be leaving for the US in less than 2 months I won’t be seeing her until next year. There were tears. Europe seems to be gobbling up all my friends. Another two of my friends leave Thursday and Friday, Aria leaves in 3 weeks, and my best friend Amelia leaves shortly after I move to the US.
To all of my followers who live anywhere in Europe, please take care of them!! I’m going to miss them all so much.