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Hi, I’m Kathy!
I’m a writer, single mom, and — you guessed it — late blooming lesbian.
I was 50 when I finally figured myself out. Yes, it took me 50 years.
Why so long? I didn’t feel safe enough to admit the truth about my sexuality — even to myself.
You see, I was brought up as an evangelical Christian in the Bible Belt. And I was taught that gay people were bad. I mean baaaaaaad. Scary, evil, dirty, and contagious. When I was a kid I was literally afraid of San Francisco because that’s where all the gay people lived.
And as a good Christian girl, and later wife and mother, I was a rule-follower. So to even consider that I might be one of those people was inconceivable.
The signs were there, of course.
✔ Girls were always much cuter than boys.
✔ I “looked up to” this one beautiful older girl in my dance studio (my mom’s words, not mine).
✔ I had a HUGE crush on the captain of the flag corps in high school.
✔ I’ve worn only Birkenstocks — I mean no other shoes at all — for decades.
✔ My favorite band in college — swear to god — was the Indigo Girls.
✔ I had a secret Pinterest board with super short haircuts for years, but I wouldn’t get one because I was afraid I’d look like a lesbian.
So, I suppose I should have known. But it was scary. More like terrifying. So every time the gay started to creep up, I’d just Christian harder.
But now here I am. Living my truth. Free at last!
Of course it’s messy. Of course it bothers me that I didn’t figure it out sooner.
But I know I’m not alone. I mean… you’re here, right?
So, let’s take a deep breath, remember that neither of us is doing this alone, and figure this shit out!