Dear Grandma Edna.
The other day when I was lying awake in bed I had the idea to write you this letter.I know three years ago, Dad told you I was gay, and we have not spoken about that since. I wanted to tell you how I feel so that you have a better understanding of what my life is like at times. I have known I’m gay since I was 12 and it is NOT a phase. Also, I did NOT choose to be gay-when does anyone choose their sexuality? They don’t. No, I simply began falling for people but I realised it was girls I liked not boys. Gay people have always been around, it is just that in your generation people did not admit to it because it was still not legal and they would be stigmatised, beaten and verbally abused. Now that it is legal to literally ‘be yourself’ a lot more gay people are coming out. You may not be happy about it but I do not want to live a lie and be unhappy for the rest of my life. I’d much rather admit to being who I am and get on with my life. I think that as long as I am happy, my family should not mind. I am not ashamed about who I am, it is me, I am part of the minority, but that does not make me a freak. I am human, I have feelings, why should I be put down for something I did not and would not choose? At the end of the day, I am going to marry a woman and I am hopefully going to be in love and happy-and what is so bad about that?
None of the above is intended in a rude, sarcastic or scrutinising manner, I just wanted to share my feelings with you.
Lots of love
Your granddaughter
Victoria
xxxxx
When Sally Met Sally published this post on their website on 7th June 2013.
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