Still ill... and all this sleeping has screwed with my schedule, which is why I’m posting now! Violet’s ill too, she might have given her girlfriend glandular fever, and Miss Godfrey’s got an old-man cough going on. EVERYONE IS ILL. And the campus medical centre has a horrible receptionist – she’s one of those people I could deal with easily on a normal day, only because walking to campus had made me wanna die I was all *wibble*. Plus she snarled about how I needed the BCG (the TB vaccination) even though I have natural immunity. I was tested! My body said DEATH TO YOU, VIRUS! without me ever getting the injection! I don’t want the horrible pain-y injection, it’s totally unnecessary because I was obviously exposed to the disease in Ghana!
I did, after all, go to the hospital twice in the three weeks I spent in Ghana. Because my father has many wonderful qualities but he is also a fool who let his ten-year-old daughter have lobster curry when she wanted to try it, despite being in a land-locked African country.
So! Today is National Coming Out Day. Happy NCOD, everyone! It’s a lifelong process but a good one.
So... this is a bit weird, but something my uni’s Pride is doing is putting up people’s coming out stories around campus: We're looking for anonymous stories about your coming out, a single incident or an arcing plot. However short you'd like, but not longer than about 200 words, please. You don't have to just give us happy or funny stories, either. We'd much rather everyone be able to tell their true story than feel like their coming out isn't funny enough for public consumption.
We don’t have as many as we’d like, and the idea isn’t to have student ones specifically... so would any of you care to email/comment/pm me with your story? Obviously your confidentiality will be entirely respected – no names, no sources, no nothing. But I know I have a lot of queer people on my flist, who probably have interesting stories to share. And I would love you forever!
I’d actually like to hear your coming out story even if you don’t want it to be shared – which is more than fine. Just because I’m curious – who did you tell, how did it go, what did you come out as?
Personally? I told my best friend I was bisexual first. She responded positively at the time but got freaked out over months, and the revelation was a big part of why our friendship ended. It was like breaking up. She’s got a girlfriend now.
I have to take some pills, attempt sleep, and hope I don’t drool in my seminar tomorrow. See you soon, lovelies.