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Happy anniversary to me

Posted on December 14th, 2007 | by Billifer | coming out, gay, gay pride

I’ve been feeling so abysmal the past week and a half, I’ve completely forgotten my anniversary: December 3rd marks the 13-year anniversary since I came out to myself. I was 18 years old, and it was just before winter break of my freshman year of college at Transylvania University. I was in the process of writing a term paper on gay adoption—more because I chose the topic to test the waters than because it fit with the class I was taking.

In the process of writing the paper, I simply allowed myself to come out: First to myself, first as bi. Eventually to my friend Roxanne. Over a several-year period, I mulled over the question of whether I was gay or bi; it was the mid-90s, and such questions were not moot and the answers were anything but arbitrary. We were, above all else, politicosexual beings. We could not escape it. While everything else was falling in the deconstructionism of neo-postmodernism, PoMosexuality had yet to evolve.

Eventually, I realized the silliness of the label question. Today, when people ask for a label, I sometimes give one and sometimes give another. Sometimes I give none. My favorite description, though, is merely homoflexible.

So, anyway, raise a glass to me, if you think to. Every year, every month, every week, every day that another person of a different sexuality lives proudly is a reason to celebrate. Raise a glass to yourselves, too, as I know that many of you reading paXºº are heteroflexible or beyond.