Yesterday I traveled several hours by plane and waited outside in the heat for what felt like an eternity to see my all-time favorite band, Aerosmith, in Munich. It was my seventh time seeing them, and will soon see them for the eighth time, but it was a special experience nonetheless. The concert was beyond amazing, everything I hoped it would be and more.
The past couple of days, weeks even, haven’t been easy on me. My asthma got noticeably worse after an infection, breathing has become hard, I’m constantly coughing and I’m at a point where I’m starting to lose my voice. My doctor has upped my medication, prescribed new medication and done plenty of blood tests to look for other causes, but things aren’t getting better. I know where this is going, as I’ve been here before.
As long as I can remember, I dreamt of achieving big things. As a kid, I wanted to become a race pilot and beat all records, or the first astronaut to visit different planets. One Christmas, I got a telescope and I spent my nights looking at the moon and stars, knowing the names of all the visible constellations. Another year, I received a microscope and spent all winter examining whatever I could find. I even let food rot, just because I wanted to examine the fungus.
Being bisexual and open about it has been a weird ride so far. Generally, people are very supportive and understanding. But I’ve also faced a lot of criticism, misconceptions, and hate, coming from both straight people and the LGBTQ+ community. These are the 30 most annoying things with regards to my sexuality I have to deal with on a regular basis.
A couple of days ago I got inspired to write down how I felt about having a fluid sexuality and being a woman. The post ended up being pretty long, so I split it up in two parts. I already published the essay on my sexuality, and now it’s time for the part about my gender.