Sometimes I feel like a little girl trying on dresses as I explore and experiment with various parts of my identity. Yesterday I discovered a national marriage boycott (marriageboycott.ning.com) and of course I signed up. I will shortly be ordering my equality ring (see the website) and the day I get to discard that ring will be one of the happiest of my life.
I am lesbian. I know that.
Yet three weeks ago I was battling random waves of rage as I struggled to remain socially acceptable.
I am bipolar. I know that.
I am a bipolar, lesbian Jew.
Or a lesbian, bipolar, Jew.
Or a Jewish, bipolar lesbian.
Or a Jewish lesbian with Bipolar Disorder.
It's a lot to wear all at once.