It's 10 in the morning and I'm still having my coffee so I may not be entirely coherent. But I started trying to post more frequently without trying to be Good as a fuck-you to AI and it's Pride month.
I came out as bi in 1998. I was 12. I printed out a packet of information I'd pulled together, basically "So your kid is bi, here's what that means, please don't be a dick about it" and stapled my coming out letter to the front. I doubt my mother read any of it, she cried and banned me from having sleepovers, then told our whole family ("Please don't tell anyone until I'm ready for them to know" that I was a lesbian.
Years later I would find out from a therapist that a lot of my childhood could be filed under some combination of emotional abuse and neglect. All I knew at the time was that I sure as shit couldn't have the conversation with her out loud, so a printed packet it was.
About five years later I came out as trans (not to my mother, but at school at least). Nonbinary wasn't a word in my vocabulary. Nobody told me it was an option. I knew I wasn't a girl, that left one other option.
I had a number of partners who definitely still thought of me as a girl.
After college, I just kinda... Dropped it. I moved to Arizona, and it was just exhausting, coming out to people over and over again, plus sometimes I felt like maybe I was wrong, maybe I wasn't trans, because for a few days or weeks or months at a time I'd feel like a woman. I let people see me how they wanted to, and didn't correct them. How could I, when I wasn't certain?
It was years before I found out that gender fluid was a thing, that I wasn't broken or confused or unable to commit. I mean, all those things are maybe kinda true but for non gender related reasons. Anyways, I got to come out again. Slowly, without dramatic confessions. My husband (I had a husband by then) didn't really get it. He still doesn't, does things like saying "Beautiful" when my other husband (also polyamorous) calls me handsome. But stickers, pronouns listed on discord, stuff like that. Helps that for the first time since high school I'm around other queer people.
I meant this to be about the privilege I had of growing up in a lgbt-friendly state, but it got pretty long, so I think I'll save that for another post. This at least sets the baseline, what the story is, so I can spend other posts talking about how I feel about different parts of it.