harborshore | and on this day

I'm Vee. I'm bisexual, I'm pretty queer, I'm a cis-gendered woman who passes for straight much less easily now that I cut my hair off, which is mostly a relief. Mostly.

In my country, I can marry whoever I want. It's not perfect: prejudice exists here too (the racists we just elected to the parliament also believe homosexuality is akin to pedophilia), but I know we're unusual, still. In Serbia, the violent protests against a gay pride parade saw 100 people injured, mostly riot police who were defending the parade. That's unusual, still--it means the authorities were defending them. I don't know how love can ever be seen as a threat, but it is. In many places, they will kill you for coming out.

But as much as I know I'm lucky, I don't want to call it that. The right to love is a right, not a privilege. So on this day, I will tell you that the person I loved the most, the person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, was a girl. That may make me unusual, but that will never make me worthy of condemnation. That's not how this works. A right, not a privilege.

Happy (Inter)National Coming Out Day, darlings. ♥