I had completely forgotten about this post until I found this in my drafts a couple days ago. I was waiting to try to figure out the point of this post, but I still have no point, so here you go. Enjoy.
A couple days ago, it was National Coming Out Day. Now, I had nothing prepared for this day, mostly because I’m never aware of these things until they’re actually happening (someone find me a calendar with every holiday/celebration ever pronto, please). But, here’s a story that kind of ties into my queerness and coming out. Here you go.
Wednesday was a lovely, albeit stress-filled day. The majority of it was taken up with me panic-writing an essay due later that night (don’t worry, it got finished on time).
That afternoon, the brand-new, fancy-schmancy LGBTQ Resource Center opened on campus. So, with the rest of my Women’s Resource Center crew, I went to the grand opening.
Nothing particularly exciting happened at the opening. It’s a nice space with a lovely new-carpet smell. After everyone walked through and we were sitting on the curb eating green chile stew, a news crew came up and asked to interview someone. As the resident journalist major, it is my duty to say yes and get interviewed, so off I went and got interviewed. The interview was fairly unremarkable. I talked about the new space and how important it is, especially as a member of the LGBTQ+ community. The interviewer almost forgot to turn on my microphone. Rookie mistake. I went back to my friends and finished my food and left.
Now, at this point, you may be wondering “Sarah, why did you just tell us this extremely boring story?”
As I was driving home, I realized just how far I’ve come. That interview could’ve ended up on the news (it didn’t, unfortunately), and the entire city, more or less, could’ve known about my queerness. Even a year ago I could not imagine talking with people IRL about my sexuality, much less identifying as queer on the evening news.
In the past few months, I’ve really come into my own. From laughing nervously every time someone says to “make sure you’re straight” (often in reference to using equipment at the gym) to doing an entire presentation in-class on bisexuality, I have finally begun to own a part of myself that has been stuffed in a closet for 18 years of my life. And it feels incredible.