The three hardest words for me to tell myself were: “I’m a lesbian.”
I (along with the millions of other children around my age) was bombarded with the notion of a man and a woman, the prince and the princess. I didn’t even know what it meant to be gay until I was ten years old. That was in 2004.
Same-sex marriage had just been legalized in my home state of Massachusetts, and my aunt was preparing to marry to her life partner of fifteen years.