… We can recount when we “first knew” (was it the dark-haired angel in third grade or the volleyball coach in junior high?); when we were “kinda sure” (maybe that captivating woman at work?). We may have felt incredible pain and loneliness about “being different” and having no one to talk with. We may recognize the similarities of our journeys to those of other women: feeling forced into the “heterosexual box,” marrying…at some point knowing that “this is not where I should be.” Now we can celebra …