like Persephone, back to the other side of the world...

 

I didn’t know until I knew.  Maybe it was a blessing that I didn’t grow up wondering, questioning, struggling.  My sexuality was stunted anyway, so it’s probably a good thing.  I’m not saying I didn’t have the occasional thought, I did.  I only took my first boyfriend because my cousins were cool.  I became a wife because that’s what I was supposed to do.  My wandering thoughts of women were classified as healthy fantasy… although I never told anyone who mattered.