For many identities we hold, we already have an idea of the people that came before us, their histories, and their stories. For our families, racial and ethnic backgrounds, and our country, culture, and language, we are exposed at a very young age to the ideals and values that those identities hold. Growing up with “American” heroes, traditional folk songs, near myths about family inside jokes. They are a part of what makes us, us. They shape us in overt and subtle ways, transforming what we think is possible for our lives.
But for me, coming into being a queer person was as if I was suddenly unmoored. Here I was, charting this landscape of a new identity but with no idea of the history I was stepping into. I had few friends and no family members that identified as LGBTQ+. There is no queer history taught in any school I ever attended in my childhood and even into college was only for those who were seeking something specific, and usually only those who were out. So, this thing-this identity as a bisexual- came with all this meaning and text and subtext that I just didn’t understand.