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#coming out of the closet
butterflyinthewell · 1 year
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Queer people are expected to leap out of the closet fully realized.
But closets are full of clothes.
It’s okay to try on outfits, mix and match, revisit old outfits and add new ones. Whatever feels right to you at the time is who you are at the time.
So it’s okay if the outfit you chose first is the one, and it’s also okay if you try out many or change it as time goes by.
There’s no wrong way to be queer and there’s no rule saying you can’t explore your queerness.
Don’t listen to anybody who tries to dictate otherwise to you.
Explore, discover, and embrace YOU.
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dez-ku · 7 months
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Coming out as Aromantic + Bisexual :^]
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Extra art of me ⤵️
Mee or I guess somewhat my persona
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sp1dercandle · 15 days
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Some rambling about being an aro, coming out and stuff
Guys so I've been kind of thinking to come out as an aro to my friends/family (especially my friends because they keep shipping me with some guy in class) but I don't know how to word it + I suck at explaining stuff, well tbh I don't really mind about getting shipped but it just genuinely makes me annoyed (especially when they start teasing me) well I did like the guy in question but like yknow... platonically? And also the guy likes me back (possibly in a romantic way) but then if I told my friends that I'm part of the arospec I'm afraid they assume I "friend-zoned" him because I don't like/hate him (but in reality, I do like him but just like the statement above it's platonic crush) I'm really scared of accidentally hurting someone's feelings without the intention of doing so. But then some people would say I had to "play hard to get" as a woman, they say. and stuff so they thought I "pretended" to be aro to deny him having a crush on me.
Well I am trying (a little bit) to come out to my parents, using an aromantic-themed wallpaper in my phone (because they check/see it some time) but I'm not sure if they'd notice that so uhhh-
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Yeahhh (my reaction pic above ⬆ yeah that's liam i just thought it'd be silly to put this image lmao)
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iamaqueerbitch · 4 months
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unknownpisces002 · 3 months
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GREEN MILE.
“ Losing my mind, think I look good when I’m really just high. Scared of my life, can a bitch get by? Sick of listening to everyone else. Sick of my pride, sick of just saying shit, just to be nice. Sick of this world, how do I get by? Miles running wild in my head.”
Giovanna Ramos X Black Fem.
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Summary
“Clarity is a state of mind. And freedom ain’t real either, so who’s sold you that lie?” A love story told in a therapy session, about two young girls that were once mad for one another. By a recovering drug addict, who’s life revolves entirely around the green mile of North Carolina.
That she so desperately wants to escape.
Word count: 2,259
Themes: friends to lovers, LGBT, derealization, coming out of the closet, growth, homophobia, substance abuse, summer, violence, mental health, religion, family problems and secrets, young adults, mature, self discovery, eventual fluff, eventual smut, therapy, North Carolina, countryside, poverty, trauma, urban romance, urban fiction, ghetto.
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
Author’s Note
hi everyone! this is a story that i decided to transfer over from my wattpad account. that i recently just started at the end of december. because i felt the need to share it here, over on this platform as well.
so that all of you guys would also be able to read/ give me feedback on how it is, and what you’d like to see occur? as the story progresses on. so i hope that you all like it, and also feel free to follow me on wattpad as well! my username is supersensitivepisces on there 🧚🏽
also, inspiration to create this story? came from my love for Giovanna. ( she’s so aesthetically pleasing flf me.) as well as a movie that i had been watching, the day that i decided to publish this onto my account back in december.
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PROLOGUE.
" I'll never meet a girl like you again. Out of everything I lost, I lost a friend. Tryna get over you, tryna convince myself every night. It's just another night, even though deep down I'm traumatized."
HASSAN
4 hassan
U r the omega of my heart. The foundation 4 my concept of love, when I think of what a black woman should be. It's you that I first think of.
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U will never fully understand how deeply my heart feels for you. I worry that we'll grow apart, and I'll end up losing you.
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U bring me to a climax without sex, and u do it all with regal grace. U r my heart in human form, a friend I could never replace.
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– from gio.
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11/7/18
Oak City Therapy
Lillington, NC
" When I was younger, around like five or six years old? I used to bug my mom and tell her about how I wanted to be a firefighter. So I could save lies and put out fires? Like the people who I'd watch on tv would do."
Tapping the tips of her fingertips onto the dark oak wood coffee table, that was located in the center of the dim lit office room. Giovanna kept her head facing downwards.
Finding that, refusing to make direct eye contact with her therapist of 3 years, who was named Marsha? Was far more comfortable and peaceful for her nerves, as well as her emotional state.
That had so desperately wanted to crumble and falter, into tiny small pieces of despair. But you see, that was the one thing on this fucked up planet, we call earth? That Giovanna was against.
Showing emotions and allowing herself to be vulnerable? Were just two things she'd rather die over, before she'd allow them to be seen by the entire world.
Or in this specific case? Her friends, along with her father. Who had played a humongous part, in why she chose to be nonchalant while acting unfazed? About majority of the things that would occur inside of her life.
".. I too? Used to dream of being a firefighter myself. When I was around that exact age, but I'm assuming that specific dream of yours must've gotten lost. Somewhere down the line as you aged up? If you aren't uncomfortable telling me about why or how? That occurred.."
Marsha eased her way into questioning the young woman who sat before her, slowly and hesitantly. Making sure that each of the words she'd spoken? Came out soft, in a calm and delicate manner.
As she leaned her backside up against her office chair, with eyes full of hope and wonder. That held a bit of gloominess inside them as well too. Once she noticed the way that Giovanna's breathing had begun to pick up a bit.
Just as her short, but not too short fingernails, that were painted a matte black color? Had begun to dig into the surface of the desk she sat at. Almost as if she were trying to dig a deep hole into the center of it, that would allow her to shield and hide herself away?
From having to answer the difficult question? That had been asked of her.
" ..I wouldn't say that my passion to accomplish that specific dream? Got lost. Because even after my mom had passed away, from having cancer? Apart of me still wanted to pursue that goal. But at the same time? Another part of me, like the part that held high hopes and expectations for things? Had diminished inside of me completely, after I lost my mom.."
" ..And I'm not really sure that if me being an only child, plays a part in that? Because don't get me wrong, I was loved wholeheartedly? By both of my parents equally when I was younger. But I don't know...sometimes now? Like when I'm alone or high from being off pills or something? I start to realize that really? It was only my mom that had loved me wholeheartedly back then.."
" Instead of it being my dad."
" And why is it, that you feel as if your father doesn't love you Giovanna?" Marsha continued to ask all the questions, that were written down onto her clipboard hesitantly.
Feeling an unsettling sensation begin to wash over her slowly. When Giovanna had taken it upon herself to shift around inside her seat. Which allowed the left sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt to rise. And give Marsha the opportunity, to catch a glimpse of all the fresh and faded scar markings that were present there.
From Giovanna, inflicting a significant amount of self harm unto herself.
" I know that he doesn't love me? Because he's voiced that statement every single day. Over the last twelve years? Repeatedly." Giovanna chuckled bitterly, all while gnawing on the inside of her jaw using her teeth.
" Me being a lesbian? Probably is another one of the reasons why he hates me too. But all in all? He just doesn't love or care for me period? In the way that a normal father would love their child."
And that fact alone? Was sadly true.
" Him not loving me or treating me properly? Doesn't bother me at all though. Because I'm used to it now, and I know that me saying that? Probably sounds stupid right? And it might also make you assume that I may or may not have Stockholm syndrome? Being that I'm okay with the fact that my father's been treating me like shit, while sometimes abusing me and more? For over twelve years."
" Yes, the way that you are going on about how his lack of love and affection, doesn't bother you? Does raise a few red flags for me. As far as you possibly being a victim of having Stockholm syndrome? But it also makes me worry more about your emotional and mental state? Even more. Being that when you really sit and sum up the timeframe, of you losing your mother? Down to your father's continuous abuse?"
" It seems that through all of that? You haven't been able to feel any of the proper care, love or attention? That a person who's endured losing a parent at a young age? Should get to feel. And that may also be another reason, as to why you feel the need to be so distant. While hiding away your true feelings, because honestly Giovanna? I'm gonna tell you something from my own personal experiences with life."
"..That have helped me find closure and peace? Within myself. After being a victim of my own? To some of the same exact problems that you've been having."
Sitting her clipboard aside, after grabbing a few tissues out of the box that was towards her right. Marsha had begun opening up about her past life, to Giovanna. As a way to encourage the younger woman and try to get through to her in a way, that talking and asking simple therapy questions? Couldn't do.
But of course? As always, Giovanna didn't care to hear any of it. Which allowed every word that left from out of Marsha's mouth, to enter inside of one ear, and come floating directly through the other.
Just as she found herself beginning to grow a bit offended, once Marsha had begun to talk about love and relationships. And how someone in Giovanna's state, didn't really need to engage in any form of romantic or sexual interactions? With another person.
Due to the lack of her father not showing her enough love or care properly? When she was a young age.
" I've been in love before." Were the first few words that left from out of Giovanna's mouth. As she cut into the middle of Marsha's speech, not really caring or giving a fuck if she had come off rude or not? After doing so.
" I'm actually in love right now? If you want me to be honest. I'm just not on speaking terms with the person? Who owns the other half of my heart right now."
" Really?" Marsha questioned slowly, sounding a bit shocked and caught off guard by Giovanna's statement.
" Mm-hm." Giovanna nodded her head slowly, feeling a small smile begin to form at the corners of her lips. Once the thought of her distant and angelic lover? Had begun to enter inside of her mind slowly.
" And why aren't the two of you on speaking terms? If you don't mind me asking."
" Because I'm..." Trailing off at the end of her sentence, Giovanna had begun to still her breathing. Just as her dark brown eyes started to glisten, and blur her vision up with tears.
" Because you're what, Giovanna?" Marsha pressed her for an answer, knowing almost immediately? What the younger girls response would've been like, once she re-opened up her mouth to speak.
" ..I'm damaged goods, Miss Marsha.."
" Like I have a heart, of course? And I know how to love and treat someone properly, even though I myself? Never got to receive that same exact treatment, from the people I deserved it from. I still know how to love and treat someone good? Despite that. But I just..."
" You're just a product of your environment. And even though treating someone kindly and loving them correctly? Doesn't come difficult. Sometimes accepting back that same love and energy? Can be a bit difficult. When all you've ever known was toxicity and dysfunction."
" But see, the thing about me accepting it back? Wasn't the problem Miss Marsha. The problem was my self esteem and my communication. Because there were times when I said things out of anger or out of being afraid? That had drove Hassan away from me too."
" Hassan?" Marsha repeated the name of Giovanna's lover slowly. " Hassan is such a pretty name, and I'm sure that she must be a pretty girl too? With how emotional and vulnerable you're getting while talking about her."
And that? She was indeed.
But of course, pretty? Wouldn't even be a suitable word to describe her at all. Because you see, Hassan? Was angelic. Just like everything else about her personality and character? Was too.
" Experiencing her love and even the attention she gave to me, before we ever became a thing? Was a privilege I wish that I never took for granted." Giovanna answered quietly, picking with the bracelet on her arm, that was giving to her by Hassan herself.
" And I know before, when I had first gotten here? I told you about how growing up as a child, with both of my parents while my mom was still alive? Was the time period where my want to do lots of things? Had been very strong."
" But even when she died and my dad became more hostile towards me? I still craved to be something or let alone somebody? Who'd be great. I just didn't know how or where to start first? For me to be able to accomplish any of those things period? Until I met Hassan.."
"..And she came into my world, allowing everything that once looked black and white? Turn colorful and vibrant. So that I could be guided out of my selfish, stuck up ways, and be the person who she swore up above to God and the heavens? That I was created to be."
" And what kind of person was that?" Marsha found herself growing a bit emotional as time passed, as she sat with her arms folded tightly. Trying not to make a fool out of herself, for crying and weeping over her client's newfound vulnerability and bravery.
That she had gained out of the blue, due to talking about her past. Or in this case? Still present lover. Who she wholeheartedly still loved very deeply, to this day.
" The kind of person who always showed patience and kindness, despite being robbed of all their goodness and purity? Far too early than I should've been. That's the kind of person? She saw me as. Even through the good, the bad and the ugly? She always looked at me, with eyes that held so much love and adoration. That at often times? I'd get scared."
" While wondering how a person like me? Could win over the heart of someone like her, you know? But even then after everything that's happened and changed over the years? I'd never stop loving her ever."
" And why is that Giovanna?"
" Because finding someone who'd love you through any and everything, despite the fact that you might not even deserve it at all? Is very fucking rare these days."
" And I have Hassan's heart? In the same exact way she has mine. So why would I ever let go or move onto someone else? When I know for certain that we'll find our way back to one another. Just like we always have? During the past."
" And you're willing to wait however long it may take, until that day ends up coming?"
" Oh? Absolutely." Giovanna's head nodded up and down quickly. " If I had to wait another year or even ten more? I'd do it without question."
" Because Hassan is worth the wait. And if I ended up having to grow old and wrinkly, just for that day to come back to me? I wouldn't have a problem with it at all."
" ..I'd just accept her back into my life fully, with open arms. Because that's all I've been wanting again and looking forward to? For the last two years."
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Pride Reminder
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*If anyone knows if this artist of this wants me to credit them plz let me know so I can give proper credit!
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tastetherainbow290 · 1 month
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Heyyy
Does anyone have any coming out tips?
Or step by step instructions?
I'm non binary, and think it's about time I come out :))
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mygyn · 2 months
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Today I’m doing something to make me happy. I’m going through my clothes and getting rid of the clothes that make me feel bad about myself.
I’ve kept that pink dress and certain clothes to make my “family” feel better about my coming out.
I can’t control 90% of my life right now but I can control what clothing I keep and what I wear on a daily basis.
I know it sound so stupid that a 30 year old is having issues with something so simple as getting rid of clothes. But for a small bit of context when I was in the religious organization or cult from 2014-2018. I was not allowed to wear certain clothing overseas as it would have been a distraction. I wasn’t allowed to live outside of their housing I had to eat their food. I had to get permission to date. We were assigned churches to serve in with the motivation to get funding from them…..
So making choices for myself has been hard for a long time.
I’m taking some control back in my space today. I’m getting rid and donating items that I have not been wanted for years but because family friends etc… told me I needed to keep them… I did.
Today I’m continuing my journey to take back a small amount of control by making 1 room in my space my own.
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justarandomsimp77 · 2 months
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So this is Muffins color reveal!! But anywho Muffin is going to help me come out of the closet~ so anyways Muffin come and- MUFFIN STOP EATTING THE FLAG!!!
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Anyways... That's right! I'm Pansexual!! And Muffin's hair is like a blueberry muffin!! Sorry she is still in her PJ's she does not get out of them until 12:30 and I wanted to stay true to her lore.
(NOOO I FORGOT HER HEART AHOGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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lowkeyclowning · 1 year
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The fact they are both very dear to me abd they are IN THE SAME PICTURE PELVAKSBD RAAAAA
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broellielein1981 · 1 year
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Hero!😍🏳️‍🌈😍🏳️‍🌈
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remembertheplunge · 4 months
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We,ve all been under so long
9/18/1990
Tonight, after 2 plus years, I did it.
 I sat down.
I read the diary.
I pulled photos in to paint.
I began celebrating and integrating.
I moved a step away from fear.
My boyfriends pan out. Michael,  is a young tormented people  user. All of his “you” statements are aimed at “I owe him." And, anything that denies him of his wants is “wrong”.
When I said I needed some alone time,  Michael said to me “Isolating yourself again?”
How dare he? He hardly knows me, or what I’ve been through.
Fuck you I say. Fuck you. And, bless you Michael.
What I’m seeing, I think, is that we’ve all been under so long, when we reach air, we tend to gasp it all in—suck whole lives in at a single gulp.
For me (I too try this) it takes time. Expand out a little here or there perhaps. That’s monumental if it works. If it fits. But saying. I  have a screw loose because I need alone time is going way too far.
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Note:
When I said in the above entry That "we’ve all been under so long," I’m referring to being in the closet about your gayness.
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thetranstexasgal · 2 years
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Keep getting called out in memes. I’ve been stuck in this exact state for 4 months now.
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verygalaxytimemachine · 3 months
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If a full moon is the perfect time for a werewolf to come out, then when do fairies and vampires come out???
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systemserendipity · 3 months
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Trans? Queer?
That's a pretty gay search history!
Trying to come out as trans or queer, but not quite sure how? Been there, done that.
Here're examples of some information we've personally found helpful in our self-discovery journey: term glossaries and others' testimonies.
Links:
https://glaad.org/reference/trans-terms/
https://pflag.org/glossary/
https://www.transhub.org.au/language
https://lgbtqia.ucdavis.edu/educated/glossary
https://www.them.us/story/what-does-queer-mean
https://youtu.be/otgjdM22yas?si=cqNh9TYY2s-_KtOT
https://youtu.be/tuuxgOlONak?si=-Qkosk_4JoSoo9K3
Wishing you the best! You're seen, valid and loved. You've got this. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈
Inspired by our most recent blog article
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lgbtqcultureis · 2 years
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The school i'll be going to is in a mostly liberal area when it comes to lgbtq related things. I'm not out to family though, and dont want to be. How should i be somewhat out in school without my parents finding out? two of my friends know atm (and are cool with the family thing) but i know thats not how everyone else might react. is it even worth it to be out if theres the family risk? I have another family member that'll join in 2 years as well, and cant risk them finding out.
totally understand what you’re getting at , and the best advice i can give really is displaying it on accessories but in a subtle way if yk what i mean . for example , painting the colors of your pride flag(s) on your sneakers (if you have those kinds of sneakers for it) , or having pins of the colors of your pride flag(s) on your backpack !(like standard accessory pins w/ just one color ! if you feel bold enough to get accessory pins of your actual pride flag[s] themselves , go for it-)
basically , subtle hiding is a good method (imo) to kinda tackle your situation . and if someone compliments the little accessory that you’re using , you can proceed to come out to them . (if you’re comfortable w/ it ofc !) and bam , you got a cool accessory and now you’re out to someone at school !
ofc , there’s prbly TONS of other methods/ideas that could also work w/ your situation , but that was the first one i thought of when reading your question , so hopefully i helped a bit (despite how late im replying to this) ! and i wish you good luck anon !!
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