Here’s what I will never be; I’ll never be a person whose identity is rejected by our culture. I’ll never be a person whose fantasies were unacceptable, who lived with shame about them, and who was delighted and amazed to find that there might actually be others who shared them. I’ll never be queer.
What I can be is someone who loves to play with my queer partner, who enjoys making him happy, and who is intrigued with exploring parts of myself I was never drawn to using.
Is that enough?
When my partner finds other queer people to connect with, it’s wonderful, because he finds support and solace. But I become the outsider. I feel like an adoptive parent watching their child connect with their birth parent or culture. What if my beloved finds his home where I cannot go?
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