thought

With each successive person I come out to, it just becomes easier and easier. It’s wonderful.

And then someone today was like “my partner” and someone else went “he?” and then she goes “no, she” and there’s not a OH YOU’RE GAY moment, it’s a “oops, sorry for my mistake” moment, and hereafter her partner is known as “she”, which was awesome.

It just seems easier for me, because I always expect the worst. Like I came out to this friend whom I’ve known for years, and she surprisingly took it very well. There was an “OH YOU’RE GAY” moment, but it was polite and tactful, and it was also partly because she had known me for so long and I hadn’t mentioned it to her before. I came out to someone today and it went so smoothly I can’t believe it. I’ve only just known the person for a week, which makes it a little easier, but she just took it in her stride, you know. 

Maybe it’s just a “me” thing. Maybe the next person I come out to will be an asshole. I’ve learnt to pick and choose, sometimes test the water a bit. But for now I really like it and I like people and the world and shit. I love that some people are so understanding and not assholes.