I am a undergraduate student at the University of Missouri, pursuing Journalism. Mizzou has a thriving queer community, with resource centers, clubs, and other organizations in abundance. Mizzou is not lacking in their spaces. But like every town or society, there comes a silent hate that can be seen in the cracks of representation.
My identity has always been a quiet thing. I have never told anyone I am a lesbian unless it is directly brought up, and when I do it is always told by tip-toeing around the word and hinting. The little quips and comments that I hear around my school or community have instilled a need to always keep my identity to myself. The feeling deep in my stomach that I will always be different, or less than, rears it's head when I am around people who don't quiet understand the difficulty that comes with growing up queer.
I used to cry myself to sleep, hoping and praying that my parents would understand. That they would get it, and not do something similar to the horror stories I would hear about. So many queer people do not have the luxury of supporting parents, and are forced to either put themselves first, which can take an extreme or live in secrecy. While my parents have supported me through and through, and I could not be more grateful, there will always be a small part of me that simply cannot talk out loud about it. I am afraid people will judge, or hate me for the part of me that I cannot change.
This internalized homophobia is something I have struggled with since middle school, when I first realized there was something different.
The words I hear others use only strengthen this feeling. My high school was not the best place for a queer person, with many students facing hate for simply the way they looked. It was something that was very apparent, but silently talked about. However, I do not believe it should be talked about quietly.
Homophobia is something that comes in many forms, and is one of the reasons I am so passionate about writing. Writing gave me a creative outlet as a young person figuring out her self, and questioning things. I have always loved writing and the outlet it provides for me. I would write my own little stories about heroes and brave animals, something that at the time I was not. I was not brave enough to speak about what I was thinking, and I was not brave enough to admit to myself the things I knew deep down. I would write poetry about my feelings, and scribble pages and pages of thought into my journal. I have always felt a raw connection to words, and they make me feel real. They remind me that my experience's are universal, and I am not alone. Writing makes me feel free, and it holds a power not many people understand.
I know that I can make a change with journalism. I want to give others the chance to speak out, something that I could not do. I want to make a real change through photography and writing, and get peoples stories into the world. The world is changing, and I believe that in this day and age, queer people must keep representing themselves. We cannot lose ourselves in the hate, and we must speak out. If people will not listen to my voice, then in the words of Alexander Hamilton, "I will write my way out."