When you get around others that are GLBT there is the passing of your “coming out story” I always struggled with this because I really do not have a story. I would always settle to tell the story that I realized that how I was born was going to be something others did not accept too easily.
My story, is the letter. The letter takes place in first grade, I can still see the classroom. Rows of desk, 6 across and about 7 deep. I was settled in my desk which was in the 3rd row and about 4 desk down and the girl that I liked she was sitting a row over and up about 2 desk.
As the teacher is talking I am putting together the most awesome note to send to the girl that sat a few desk over.
I like you do you like me?
Check Yes or NO
I signed it …..
(I have no idea where the name Jerry came from, think it was because it started with a “J” like hers)
I tapped the person in front of me to pass my letter to Joni. I sat back and watched as she turned to grab the letter. My heart was racing. I watched as she took her pencil and wrote something and she passed it back. Just as i get it opened and see her response, the teacher calls on me to tell me to stand up and read the note. I do as the teacher instructs me to do and the next thing I know the teacher has me by the arm and we are walking down that long wooden floor hallway.
My Mother is called and a big discussion began about if you do not do something about this…she is going to be “THAT WAY.”
I really do not recall much after that point but I do remember….she checked…..