For many years I’ve struggled with identity. From identifying as a fundamentalist Christian to my current identity as a strong queer woman it’s all been a journey. Like all journeys it’s had it’s dips, turns, stops and starts.
Small town Texas was not the most “queer” fostering of places. In fact it was rather opposed to it. As a child who was assigned a male gender it was anything
Why is it always the same story? Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy cheats on girl or girl cheats on guy. Horrible, ugly divorce, joint custody of the dogs (or worse children) and what started as something so beautiful falls to pieces in front of family and friends. Why can’t two people fall out of love, have that hard conversation and gently separate lives in a caring and loving way? Why does it always have to light on fire and publicly burn?