"Why don't you just come out?"
Because when I was 5, my aunt said, “Oh, you must be John’s girlfriend, because you like to play with him! You two are so cute together!”
Because when I was 7, my grandpa came out as gay, and suddenly nobody in my family wanted to visit him anymore.
Because when I was 10, my parents told me that I could have girls come to my sleepovers, but not boys.
Because when I was 12, my grandmother took me to church with her, and when the priest said that all gay people went to hell, she nodded along.
Because when I was 13, I was called a dyke for daring to have short hair.
Because when I was 14, I came out as bisexual to a lesbian friend, and she told me, “Well, I mean, it’s not like you’re REALLY gay. It doesn’t really count”.
Because when I was 15, I was finally given the right to marry whoever I wanted to, and people were angry with the Supreme Court.
Because when I was 16, a man went to the Pulse nightclub and murdered 49 latinx queer people in cold blood, and people tried to say that it wasn’t a hate crime.
Because by the time I turned 17, I had been told time and time again that I don’t belong, that I’m too gay for one community and not gay enough for another.