On this #NationalComingOutDay, I'm coming out as a mess.
Or, less flippantly, as a woman who is attracted to people, sometimes, very rarely, and most of those people are women and all of those people are ones I've been able to form deep, secure friendships with prior to realizing I'm attracted to them. Whatever the sexuality for that is, that's what I am. There aren't always good labels for human experiences, and I'm finally learning to lean into the uncertainty and discomfort of that truth and just be. It's fine if I can't pin it down to a single all-encompassing word. I am who I am and that's enough.
I still love labels and find great comfort and validation in them, so it's been difficult to accept that sometimes the right ones just don't exist. But life is short and I could spend it worrying this problem in endless circles or I could spend it loving people and letting people love me and I know which one I would prefer. Besides, I'm tired of feeling like I'm betraying an entire demographic when I think I've gotten it right and then realize eventually that I got it wrong again.
Anyway National Coming Out Day is a concept I have beef with, but for those who find it important, I'm glad it exists. For those who find it stressful or restrictive or saddening because they either can't or don't want to come out, I see you and value you and affirm you, as always. You belong here as much as anyone who's loud and proud about their sexuality. Tomorrow the world goes on.