This is going to be a long post, so bear with me.
The thing that they don’t tell you when you first come out of the closet is that you will always be coming out. I’ve come out so many times in my life, in multitudes of situations. The reality of being non-heterosexual in the current state of our society is that most people still assume that everyone else is heterosexual. My comings-out have occurred in video games, on social media, at the grocery store, with medical staff (No, there is absolutely no chance that I am pregnant. Yes, I’m sure.), in classrooms, at work, driving down the road (it’s hard not to be out to everyone if you cover your car in rainbows like I did at age 21), and in this blog post…and everywhere in between. There’s always going to be someone I meet who doesn’t know that I am a lesbian. Coming out is a perpetual process, and that’s something that each of us who comes out has to come to terms with in his or her own way. That being said, here I present the story of my initial, capital-letters, Coming Out.