Yesterday, a colleague of mine found out I date girls and reacted in the best way I can think of: “cool. Hand me that beer over there.”
This interaction got me thinking about the whole experience of being out (even though I am not completely out yet). College was the first place in my life where I felt no need to hide my queerness. First week of classes, someone bluntly asked what my orientation was (which sounds somewhat rude, I guess, but at the time felt okay), and received no judgment back. And while I don’t actually go telling everyone I’m a lesbian, I get the sense everyone would be okay/indifferent to it.
Which is an awesome feeling.
So tell me:
When was the first time and place you felt safe being queer?
The Afternoon Inqueery (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Queereka community. Look for it to appear on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday at 3pm ET.
Featured image is a painting by artist Mike Kury.