I’m a lesbian, but I’m not homophobic
As a longtime activist for LGBT rights, I am often asked if I am a lesbian or a gay.
I have never been, but there is no denying the label, and it is a label that has helped me survive as an activist, an author, and a public figure.
As someone who was raised as a straight person, I have been taught that being gay is not okay and that it does not matter what your sexual orientation is.
I’ve had a lifetime of being told by my peers that being lesbian is bad and that you’re not worthy of love.
This label has helped to mold my view of myself as an individual and as a human being.
It’s been a source of frustration for me, as it has been for other LGBT people who are raised by straight parents and are sometimes the only ones who see them as lesbians.
I grew up in a homophobic household, where I was taught that gay people were disgusting and that being a lesbian was a sin.
I remember being in my early teens and hearing about a boy I’d never met named Tom who was gay.
He was the only boy I knew that was gay, and we never discussed it.
When I went to college, I was shocked that people had called me a lesbian.
It was like the word was thrown at me, and I felt ashamed for saying anything about it.
The first time I came out was at a dinner party when I was 21.
I was there to speak about how I felt about being in the closet and how my peers treated me as a lesbian when I wasn’t.
I had a huge smile on my face when I told my story.
But I knew it was a lie.
The moment that word came out, I had to get out of my house.
The next year, I went back to college and I was very lucky that my roommate was supportive and that everyone at my house supported me.
I felt so ashamed of being a queer person that I hid my true identity.
I could not accept the label that I was.
I knew, though, that it had hurt my family.
My mom was so upset when I said I was gay to her.
I didn’t even know that I had been raised in a very homophobic household.
She would always remind me that I shouldn’t talk about it, that I should just be happy that I am who I am and that I love myself and that we can move on.
But when she found out that I actually liked my girlfriend and that she loved me, she was furious.
She didn’t want me to leave her house.
I know that’s not something that I would have said to my parents.
I never wanted to leave my home.
I would cry.
When my mom asked me to tell her about the gay story, I told her that it was one of the most difficult things I had ever done.
I did not want her to believe me when I spoke out about being gay.
She never listened, and that is how I wound up being closeted for years.
For a long time, I kept my closeted identity to myself.
I just thought it was my choice.
But the more I spoke about being a gay person, the more she was angry with me.
She said, “You have to keep it to yourself.”
It hurt me deeply.
I told myself that I didn “have to” keep my secret.
I always knew I wasn�t a homosexual, and no one had ever told me that.
I figured it was normal for me to be attracted to men and to have gay friends.
I wanted people to know about me.
That is what my friends and family told me, but no one listened to me.
Then, one day, my mom got home and her eyes lit up.
She asked me, “Do you really want to tell me?”
It was then that I finally realized what was going on.
I thought I was normal.
But she knew that it would hurt me to talk about my sexual orientation, and she would never tell me, because she had always believed that I wanted to hide it.
She hated that I thought that being straight was a choice, and now I felt like I was going to be a burden to my family, and to my friends.
It took a while for me and for many other LGBT youth to come to terms with who we are.
We still live in a heterosexist society.
We are still taught that we are different.
We have to live in fear and fear of ridicule.
We live in an age when we are taught that our sexuality is not worthy.
We must keep our sexuality a secret to avoid being labeled a “fag.”
We must constantly work to maintain a heterosexual identity and not to be embarrassed.
When we try to tell our parents, they will never listen.
They think that their family and society are against them and that they are crazy.
I wish I could have told my mom, but she was too young to understand the difference between