You know, reading the chapter and then all of your comments really made me cry, with actual huge ass tears. Since I’m really fucked up I thought I could have a confession time here, mostly because you don’t really have to humor it + I can tell you’re all cool cats here.
It’s pride month and yet here I am, alone in the night, living in one of the most homophobic countries in the world, waiting for a vote that intends to legally establish marriage as a union between man and woman. On many occasions I feel like a fraud in LGBTQIAP+ because I’m pan and used to be in a long-term relationship with a man, planning to eventually get married and have kids, so people might think I don’t actually deserve to belong to the community and that I never had it real bad... Last year I underwent many shitty traumatic events that turned my life upside down and made me realize that I’d always been moving along with my life on a subconscious impulse, or inertia. I never really wanted those things and only recently came to see it clearly.
So... Now I’m single, a closeted pan to my family, never giving my parents the satisfaction of continuing the bloodline and they are sleeping in the room next to me oblivious to all of that. I’m finally accepting my identity and what I want in life as it is, but I’ll never be able to fully disclose who I am. And if I fall in love with a woman, I’m never gonna be able to hold her in my hands in the streets without fear of being frowned upon, cursed or even beaten. This is my reality. And this chapter spoke to me on every possible level, twisting my heart and clenching my soul. So today I just cry, empty headed and infinitely sad.
Thank you for bringing this story to us, as always. For a very long time it’s been much more that just a work of fiction to me. This shit is real, raw and just... too much of a truth sometimes. And yes. I also really need a happy ending for every character in the story, because at this point I don’t really think I’ll ever get one.