lesbian

I went to a lesbian bar today.
I belong here.
I am allowed to be here.
I deserve to be here.

I spent so much time fighting demons,
demons
that tell me
that I’m not a woman
that I’m not a lesbian

but being me
is being a lesbian
it’s the truest thing I know
even more than knowing I’m trans
even more than knowing I’m autistic

I’m just a person
A woman
who loves women.
Nothing has made more sense than this.


Written on 2025-02-08 as I was reflecting on how figuring out that I’m a lesbian profoundly affirmed the fact that I’m transgender, removing all remaining doubt and question in a wash of profound clarity. On the other hand, being trans in-turn validated my feelings around being a lesbian.