I didn’t know how to ask a girl out on a date or where to get the right haircut. I didn’t know many people, and I certainly didn’t know other queer people. But after a misadventure in Arizona, I found myself in Lincoln, Neb., my home state. It was a relatively unremarkable experience. I came out as a lesbian when I was 19 and would, in later years, identify as bisexual. community, and allies, celebrating our right to be. She is wearing a T-shirt that says, “Yep, I’m Gay.” Around her are hundreds of people from the L.G.B.T.Q. There is a picture of her on Christopher Street, beaming. Her first Pride parade in New York City was also the first time, she told me early in our courtship, that she was able to understand what it feels like to be proud.
My wife, Debbie, came out as a lesbian when she was 50 years old.
