Growing up, I instinctively knew that I had to worry about my brother’s safety because he was slightly effeminate when young, people assumed he was gay as a teen, then he came out shortly after high school. All of those things made him a target for bullying, harassment, victimization and violence.
I saw him find his people and it eased my worry. The first time he took me to a gay club, I remember thinking, “He’s found his people. He’s safe here.”
The first time I visited his new place in West Hollywood, I remember thinking, “He’s found his people. He’s safe here.”
My youngest son started showing signs of gender nonconformity at age three, started describing himself as gender nonconforming at five, self identified as a member of the LGBTQ community at eight.
Little did I know that the worry I’ve always had for my LGBTQ brother’s safety had…
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This is re-blogged from Raising My Rainbow by Lori Duron.