🏳️‍🌈 This is a coming out newsletter 🏳️‍🌈

Life, ya’ll. So much in life is figuring things out. Figuring out how to crawl, how to speak, how to solve algebra problems. Most importantly, a lot about life and figuring things out is about us. About you and me. When we’re doing that right, we spend a lot of time inside ourselves being introspective. But sometimes external factors make it hard to discern some of that internal stuff, especially if external factors create an information hole. As such, it took me a lot longer than some to learn a few things about myself, though I was always there inside.

🏳️‍🌈 I’m genderqueer and bisexual. 🏳️‍🌈

Most of you have thought of me as cisgender and hetereosexual most my life. Me too, so that’s fair. But in all fairness, my little kidself’s love of disco, Melissa Etheridge music, and other queer culture should have been a dead giveaway for me. There was even a shortlived rumor in high school that I was gay because I like never had girlfriends, but in all fairness that was just because I sucked at dating. 🤷‍♀️ 🤣

Even though it took me some 30ish years to figure out some of this stuff about myself, I was always in there, I just didn’t know it. I had my first same-sex attraction when I was 13 or so, I just didn’t know that’s what it was. I started (trying) to write my fictional character Mercedes Masterson as bisexual in 2006 before I even knew bisexuality was a thing. And my way of thinking has never adhered to the weird masculine ways of thinking I was being told to do as a kid, as such I’ve always had more feminie friends than masculine ones. I read Nancy Drew and hated the Hardy Boys. 🤣

If you’ve known me a long time and liked me just as I am, and you’re getting weird feelings about this, well, you’re in luck, becuase nothing has changed. There’s no reason for you to all of the sudden not like me. I’m still me. Always have been.

Be good to each other. ✌️

“Blame it on the boogie.” — The Jacksons.