I dunno. Just sad I guess
I’m okay and I should probably just go write in my journal but it’s not in my room right now.
I’m just sort of bummed sometimes about being gay. I know, I know, supposed to love yourself and ****. But sometimes it sucks. I know my dads homophobic. I know I’ll lose him when I come out. And it sucks because my mum was just ... not a mum so when I lose my dad I just I won’t have any family. And it sucks. It always pops up more around the holidays because I love him and I love Christmas and it sucks knowing one of these Christmas’ is gonna be the last.
“Maybe it’ll be different when you come out!” It won’t be. I don’t want to get into it but I know that it won’t be.
There’s also that part of me that’s upset about being gay because it’s just so tiring. I mean I look straight so it’s not like people homophobic towards me out of the blue but it’s just like. “So, when are you getting a boyfriend?” “Any boys in your life yet?” “Oh you’ll understand when you have a husband.” Just having being straight be the default assumption is so tiring.
Not truly knowing how people will treat you if they knew you were gay is tiring too. I worked a job once where my coworkers were generally lovely but they would let homophobic comments and slurs slip out. We’re a small town, it’s common. Every time it happened though it would just make me freeze and be like “ah. Right. Forgot for a moment that’s how you feel.”
My previous job I worked at a Christian preschool that catered to rich folks. I know there would’ve been a stir if people knew a lesbian was teaching their kids because that’s just how some people are.
It sucks. Sometimes it just really sucks. And so many people think LGBT+ rights have come so far in Canada that we don’t need to worry or have a conversation about things anymore. But that’s not the case. Especially not in small towns.
When I was still in school and coming to terms with my sexuality it was terrifying. I never went to sleep overs or hugged my friends out of fear that like... they’d notice something was off about me. It’s been isolating and that’s on me but I would intentionally distance myself from people because I was afraid they’d realize I wasn’t the same as them.
I’m just tired. Nothing to be done about it I just needed to write it out.