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Originally Posted by HowSoonIsNow
I did something shameful.
I would sometimes drive to the closest major city that had a large queer community (multiple times) with my rainbow sticker on (it was one where you can just peel it off) and took it off when I drove back home to my smaller town.
I work for a Catholic School Board. (which is actually PUBLICLY funded due complicated reasons). I still burn with redness that I actually reached back and peeled it off before I hit my city--my apt. was very close to my school at the time.
There's more shame than that but I wanted to share that feeling of peeling off the sticker--when I had my first queer relationship--so NO ONE would KNOW that I had a female lover.
Thanks for sharing your stories of rainbow/queer stickers or visible signs of being part of the LGBTQI community.  |
Thank you for sharing this with us, it has to be hard to open up and trust no one will judge you. I have not had to *hide* who I am in ages, I mean ages and I find myself in that predicament now.
I always ask Grant if it's cool to touch him, and hold his hand here. It's not like where I live and I have had to do a lot of readjusting. Potty said it best, self preservation comes first for me, though it is hard I know here it's down right dangerous, I can't tell you how many times G has come home from work after having some dick nugget throw a full can of beer at his head.
We have not had any violence towards us when together, we get the looks and well me being vocal I always say something. I don't know how it's going to be when it's a group of guys out queer bashing, cause here it happens.
I feel lost here sometimes, so your need to peel that sticker off was smart because sometimes, in some situations it's all about just making it through the next day.