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Coming Out of the Closet… Twice

This is a guest post by Mia.

I was a closet lesbian until 2003 and a closet kinkster until 2010, I lost friends each time I came out. When I told people about my sexuality in 2003 I was called a dyke, a pervert and a liar by some of the people I thought of as close friends. I’d spent time with them, I had grown up with them, I trusted them and finally, I was abandoned and bullied by them at a time I needed them the most.

It was 7 years before I would ever trust anyone again.

It took a very long time to build up a new circle of friends; people who accepted my sexuality, but I still didn’t trust them enough to divulge my growing interest in BDSM, I’m writing this because I’ve learned that it doesn’t really matter. Throughout life, people will trickle in and trickle out like a rising tide, and if you are lucky you might get one or two that stick around for the ride. It doesn’t matter, it’s life, the things that once bound us to our friends change like the wind and sometimes we get lost in the breeze but it’s ok. We tend to stick closely to those who remind us a little of ourselves, people we have things in common with and sometimes we can change so rapidly that our friends are left behind and they take a different path.

My point is this – don’t be scared to be yourself. Friends will come and go as we ponder through life, things change, people change, but we are never alone. As one person drops out there is another person in the backdrop waiting to talk to you if you reach out.

My name is Mia Foster, I live in the UK with my girlfriend and our family of cats and dogs. I began blogging about Lesbians who are into

Author Since: Jul 26, 2018