My Experience with Homophobia

Aged 14, when confessing to my Mum that I was attracted to girls, one of the things she was concerned about was any backlash or horrid comments I’d receive at school. Understandably, teenagers can be mean and the slur ‘that’s so gay’ was used more often than I can count.  But thankfully , this was… Continue reading My Experience with Homophobia

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  ‘but she’s a girl’ my mother said after I paid for dinner & the valentines’ card was signed with swirly, delicate style not block capitals like my father’s   her body like mine, but different iridescent, a beacon in the morning sun dazzling her spine like a torch   I touch, but it’s wrong… Continue reading les-be-honest