At one time I thought I really liked holidays. Over the years as we have lost family, I realized that what I really liked was the time off to spend with family and friends. Today I give much greater thanks for my family than ever before. I have truly learned what it means to have others you can connect to in heart, mind, and soul. My own journey is one that is unique, as we each are unique. I have been amazingly blessed to have been able to continue to have all of my family as close allies through my entire transition.
By the time I was 15 years old, I had already had my first boyfriend, kind of. I had begun to accept that I was “gay,” but I had also experienced the sting of being a “fag.” Society, it seemed, disapproved. The disapproval was so great that I’d often be chased home by groups of boys on bicycles throwing rocks at me and calling me “fag.”
I remember walking home from school one day at 12 years old and coming across the one person in that small Arkansas town I thought I could call friend.