What is it about being anything other that heterosexual that leads people to believe that ‘we’ are some sort of foreign creature?
When I came out as gay I took the stepping stone route and told my parents I was bisexual. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe I felt like going all the way to gayville was too much of a leap in one go. Maybe I didn’t want to commit to the lesbian label. Or maybe I wanted them to think I was a little bit straight. Somewhere deep down.