Over the next two years, I successfully conquered interactions too numerous to list here, and each time I said the words -- "I'm gay" or "This is my girlfriend" -- I felt a little lighter, the burden a bit easier the more I shared my truth. At first I would have to force the words out of my mouth, like pushing a car uphill, practically sweating from the effort. Now, the thought of lying about who I am makes me feel sick, the same way the truth used to.
-- Kate Fagan, The Reappearing Act, p. 182
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