If I could walk in someone else’s shoes, I would choose the shoes of the person who I feel least understands me. Right now, that would be my brother, Marc, who hasn’t spoken to me for six years, I assume in response to his inability to embrace my announcement about my bisexual orientation. I would like the opportunity to inhabit all his life experiences which added up to a way of being that seemingly makes it more reasonable to end communication with his sister of 40 years than to be curious about who it is that I am.

-SS, Seattle, WA

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