Identity Fraud

I like to think I’m quite sure of my identity. I am gay (if you hadn’t already gathered that.) I would be the first to say that coming to this conclusion was not easy. I spent many a late night doubting myself, I ended up in counselling and was generally pretty depressed around the time I was ‘coming to terms’ with who I am.

I don’t think that this struggle I went through makes me a worse person. I don’t think it makes lesbianism bad because of the pain I went through to discover it. I am proud of my identity. I’m proud to be a girl who loves girls. I’m proud to follow examples set for me by role models. I’m proud to be part of a community that is generally accepting and one that I feel comfortable in.

I’m not selfish, but being gay is MY thing. It is far from the defining feature of my life, but it does form an important part of my outlook on many things. I do object ever so slightly to my peers joining the ‘club’ without, to my knowledge, ever undergoing the strange induction ceremony that is ‘realisation’. Something that is very important to me, is a flippant weekend thing for them. While I spent quite a long time researching into what exactly my sexual preference was defined as, they just say…

‘Whatever.’