Hell I’ll never forget what it felt like to look at myself in the mirror and say, “I’m not straight.”
Saying it out loud for the first time shook me.
It felt good to say it but I was filled with fear of telling my family and my relatives.
It was painful at times but I figured out who my real family is and who are just relatives.
Family is the relationship, relatives are blood. Sometimes family doesn’t share blood and that’s fine, the relationship is what matters. And whether you associate with your relatives is purely up to you.