“I came out already.”
“The first time I came out, I was raped. I assumed that it was
the wrong decision. I tried to be ‘normal’ for 15 years after that. It was
awful. I hurt myself and others. But I got better. I found love, and I came out
again.”
“I’ve gone through so
much. I’ve changed. I’ve grown. I’ve collapsed and rebuilt my life multiple
times. I’ve flown the flags. I’ve cared for my kids. At some point, there has
to be an end to this.”
The woman in the mirror looked at me compassionately and
said. “No.”
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