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Dear Glampa!

I’ll try to keep this to the point. 
My daughter came out to me a couple of years ago, which was great. I was really happy she trusted me and had the confidence in our relationship to not be afraid to broach the subject. She and I have had a lot of conversations about attraction and love and the difference, and it’s led me to a lot of soul searching and realizing myself. See, I’ve never been a “labels” person, and I’ve always found myself attracted to what people held in their heads and hearts. I also had some deep, serious conversations with my partner and myself. I told someone for the first time that I’m not straight. I’ve never really thought about it, but I am attracted to men, women, nonbinary people, and trans people. I don’t really care what’s in their pants. All that to get to my question: is it necessary to come out to the world when I’m comfortable in myself and my partner knows what I’m into? 

Thanks, 
It’s Not About the Cookware

Oh, Cookie Cookware,

So, this is a topic I've vacillated on my whole life. I can recall watching Will and Grace back in the 90's,..  the one where they were pressuring Jack to come out to his Mother. My hetero teenie bopper childhood friend thought it was horrible what they were doing to Jack. She thought it was no one's business what his sexuality was.
At the time, I vehemently disagreed.
Now, Miss Teenie Bopper had just graduated from college and literally demanded every second of my time when she was in the apartment we shared together. Did I mention she was allergic to cats, and I had my cats sent to stay with my ex for three months so she had somewhere to live in the city after she graduated from whatever backwoods dance school she went to? I mean, every time the girl came in it was another tale of woe about this audition, or that... And the hair in the shower... what is it with lesbians and leaving their hair EVERYWHERE??? Oh, she wasn't a lesbian. Maybe that was me.  But, I digress.
So, where was I? Oh, I guess who you tell depends on what you want to do with your power.  I have never been to a pride parade, but I am married to a man. (and, lezzz be honest... everyone has known my whole life. Maybe it was the nightgowns and high heels I used to walk around in? You may laugh, but how many five year olds can pull off a floor length satin "gown" and 5 inch mules? Not many, I can tell you that.)
Not every fight has to be fought by every warrior. I consider myself a social justice warrior. I have an opinion on everything and will defend the downtrodden and marginalized with my dying breath. But, I pretty much only put my money where my mouth is when it come to animals. I believe one has to follow their gut, and pick ones battles, lest they become manic.
When I disagreed with my friend (remember her? The hairy lesbian? No, again, that was me... The teenie bopper...), it was because coming out as gay to a parent is different than telling the "world." Gay, bi, schmi, blah,... you tell who you want to invite into your life in that way.
Not necessarily invite in sexually, but share when you feel appropriate.
See where your mind goes? Whore.

xoxo
The biggest whore of all
Glamps
#GlampIt



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