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240 pages, Hardcover
First published July 12, 2022
The shock of being debated, of being fought both for and against, of being subjected to constant conversation, made me feel exposed and degraded.
While I boxed off the parts of myself I knew I couldn't let show, I magnified others, over-identifying with anything I might use as protection. Education, religion, middle-class privilege, anything I could get hold of. They were my suit of armor, the uniform of my cohesion. That early sense of shame was underground: in protecting myself, in choosing which parts of myself to hide and which to magnify, I fragmented myself. I made a hierarchy of each facet of my identity, and at the bottom of the shaky unstable tower I called "myself" there was a little locked box.
These stoppings and startings, these gradual assays into sex, were often lonely and unshared, and seemed every time to be more daring, pushing me outside the bounds of what my straight peers were doing, or not doing, and I only learnt later that this was a feeling shared by many queer people—a sense of lonely discovery, followed by the light of community.
When I first came out, I distanced myself from other queer people; I insisted to friends and family that I was not like them. I was normal—a mantra that I repeated over and over to myself. I was good and good meant not queer.
Queerness involved a process of becoming, undertaken in a world built around heterosexuality, and so that process happened in no small part through the ways I butted up against the world I lived in. Sexuality was constructed into selfhood, into identity.