Chicken or Fish?

As soon as I started my "new" therapy and wanted to discuss my sexuality I knew I also wanted to do a blog. Kind of a different way to express myself and maybe make sense of what's going on. I usually feel better after I've talked things out.



Do I like this...



Of course my biggest obstacle was finding a name. Right? Because trying to figure out if you're a lesbian or not is not more important than the title of a blog. As always, I employ my sister's help. B thinks "Chicken or Fish?" seems appropriate. H likes "He's cute...I Wonder If He Has A Sister."



...or this? I'll give you one guess.

Yeah, they're comedians. In the end, it is B that comes up with the title. Until (or unless) I come up with a better one. Other names that were thrown around: "Hey Mom, I like chicks," "Mom, I'm a lesbian, could you pass the peas?"

Yeah, I haven't told my parents. I've decided to wait for the time being. This is a text convo between my brother and I:

When are you gonna tell mom and dad?

When I'm holding Harry. (that's his son-to-be)

Of course he lol'd, who wouldn't? I'm cheeky. I think they may have a small idea that it's a possibilty, which would be great for me.  All my sibs want to be there, which astounds me (although it shouldn't) and it makes me feel so very loved. My sisters insist that if the reaction is bad, they can't stand by by them. That's a little too much pressure to put on me and I tell them that. B doesn't want "assholes" for parents . She's very eloquent.

It's been the best week that I can remember in years.

When I saw my therapist, D, this week, she asked who was the most important person I told. I said, S my bff. She is under no obligation to be or stay in my life. But D is a mind ninja. She says the most important person told was myself. I should've seen that coming but I didn't. I do, however, understand what she means. In order for anyone to accept me, I have to accept myself. This is like basic psych.

Also she told me I shouldn't "tell" my parents; I should "share." Telling them is like asking for permission, for their acceptance, for their love. Sharing with them is like involving them in my life.

I prefer to share.