I think I first wrote one of these letters at some point in high school: my English teacher let us each pick out a postcard to write some thoughts down, then collected them to be returned at the end of the school year. (Irrelevant to this post, but I liked my postcard so much that I actually used it for the cover of my first bullet journal!)
Since then, I’ve regularly used FutureMe.org to schedule emails for my future self. It’s fascinating to see how my goals and priorities have changed, and it’s a nice reminder that life goes on in ways I couldn’t have imagined.
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I know that you know it’s really not your fault that you grew up assuming you — and everyone else — was sexually and romantically attracted exclusively to the opposite gender, just as is depicted in media. Tumblr isn’t the best source of information, as we’ve learned, but it was our gateway into exploring attraction and a source of support while we were just starting out. We got lucky: our high school was heteronormative (remember all the promposals?) but not outright homophobic, and most of our close friends also identified as queer. We spent lunches talking about sexuality and activism, and being the “gay cousin.”
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