The fear of being labeled, judged, misunderstood or receiving any kind of unwanted attention has kept me quiet for a really, really long time. But I’m a big girl now, and it seems like the rest of the country is moving on without me, and I don’t want to be left behind. So I’m going to digress from the chronological account of my bike trip just to say a little something about what happened a week ago today… when marriage became an all-inclusive word and everyone I knew was really happy about it. None of my friends went off on a rampage of hate, in fact nobody really said anything to me at all.

I first saw the news while scrolling through Facebook last Friday, and my initial reaction was just short of an eye roll. I was one of those people who was kind of bitter about the whole thing, to the point that no date would be soon enough for the country to abide by it’s own law of the separation of church and state. It took a while to sink in, but soon enough it hit me that history was happening around me and I could almost feel a collective sigh of relief coming from all the people I knew that it affected. Including my girlfriend, and I didn’t know how to express how happy I was that I felt like we were whole humans all of a sudden. I felt like we were finally on the road to being normal.

I had never posted about her before, even though we’ve been together for over a year, so I didn’t really know what to do apart from changing my profile picture. That felt so lame to me, so I changed it back after only a couple of days. I didn’t celebrate at all, I just kind of told myself to stay true to my relationship philosophy- that my private life is nobody else’s business, and being in love with another woman only concerned me and her. Only now can I finally admit that this philosophy was rooted in bitterness as well- opposite sex couples didn’t have to come out so why should we? That was a selfish thing to tell myself, because it meant that for a long time I was asking my girlfriend to stay quiet for me, which wasn’t fair. Thank you Jenny for being so patient with me, if we ever did have to stay quiet, we certainly don’t any more.

I was so weird about my sexuality for such a long time, let me tell you. At first I was obsessed with asserting the fact that I was indeed still attracted to boys too, that I just didn’t want to limit myself, and that I thought everybody was innately bisexual and it was society’s fault that we conformed to binary gender roles. I didn’t really know what I was talking about. Even at the time of my bike trip I was still calling Jenny my friend, which I am completely ashamed of. One of the few people I did tell was my friend Ariela, who is the next person I want to thank and the person who told me that people fall in love with souls, not bodies. Thank you for listening to me when most of what I was telling people was outright lies and and thank you for helping me get my shit together.

I also can’t thank my best friend Ellie enough, for still bearing with me even after all of this self-created drama. And I want to thank my family for being cool about everything and everyone else who has put up with me. This post is a long time coming, I know. Besides the fact that I was raised christian and live in a conservative state I don’t have any real excuses for hiding my relationship, I guess I was just too afraid of what people would think of me. Thank you, Lena Dunham, for writing a book that inspired me to be honest about my own human nature. Thank you, Hozier, for writing music that perfectly captures just how tragic daily oppression can be. And thank you America, for, as Jenny would put it, coming over to the correct side of history. I think I would like to join you.

It’s so hard to fully grasp the idea that someday I could be telling my children about this, and I can only hope that it will seem unfathomable to them that marriage was once an exclusive right. For now, though, I’m pretty happy with the way things have turned out. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a fourth of July unlike any other.