What Does It Mean To Be A Queer Adult? The Autostraddle Roundtable

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Riese, CEO / Editor in Chief

CarrieBrenWedding_ACamp_RobinRoemer_352My Mom had me when she was 24, so that age was burned into my head as the age at which one has their first child. Obviously, realizing at 23 that I didn’t want to marry a man at all, let alone bear his children, delayed that early goal. But whenever I’d panic that I’d not yet reached this or that life stage yet — marriage, pregnancy, financial security, better physical health, owning instead of renting— I’d just tell myself, “it’s okay, you’re not 30 yet.” I thought my twenties would last forever.

But there was something else going on, too, something that I felt and have tried to write about here and there but don’t know how to explain: underneath it all, I fully believed I’d die before the age of 35. I was gonna live fast, get a lot accomplished in an abbreviated amount of time, and die young. When questioned about various reckless life decisions, I thought to myself, “Oh these silly people who think they’re going to live forever! So worried about long-term repercussions! Who wants to go tanning with me and do six drugs at once?”

I’m not sure how I managed to hold onto this misconception while also clinging fervently to the belief that I’d have children and a family one day. I guess both of those ideas just sat in my head, fighting for attention.

Regardless, I didn’t achieve everything in my twenties. I didn’t live fast enough, despite living as fast as I possibly could. I turned 30 and realized that I needed more time. I needed to live past 33! I mean, I’ve still gotta make Autostraddle and A-Camp into world’s best self-sustaining employer of queer women, I’ve gotta have a kid, I’ve gotta write a memoir, a novel, and a YA series… and that means I need a lot more years, which means I gotta get healthy.

But it was a daunting prospect: everybody told me that the thirties were the best years, but all I saw in the mirror was somebody who’d lived way too hard in their twenties. Being a catastrophe lost its charm when the results came in. But what the fuck was I gonna do about it?

I worry that the social anxiety and introversion that made me seem like a weird or quirky twentysomething makes me seem like a misanthropic and deranged grown-up.

When I turned 30, I had more barriers than ever to making a grown-up life for myself — I was less financially stable than ever, living in what was becoming the most expensive and therefore least sustainable-for-me American metro area, my girlfriend wasn’t sure what she wanted out of life yet (or if she wanted to spend it with me) and I was still drinking way too much. This business I started — Autostraddle and A-Camp — had become its own kind of child, and she gets more and more time-consuming every year. I’m responsible for putting food on a lot of tables besides my own. Plus there’s the stress, the hours, the instability. I feel like the nature of this job — and the fact that I have to wean myself off all my psychiatric medications before I can get pregnant — means there’ll never be a Good Time To Have Kids, and sometimes I wish I could just get pregnant on accident (like my Mom did!), you know? Almost all my straight peers have married and had kids, even while doing med school residencies or starting businesses of their own. They make it work, right? As queers, we’re expected to select an opportune and financially stable time to have children, since for us it’s always a conscious decision. That’s hard to do.

Last summer the breakup that I thought would kill me ended up being the push I needed to embrace the positive aspects of adulthood. Ever since turning 31, I’d felt like I was sliding down the mountain towards death… but it turns out there’s a huge plateau up here with lots of good sites for camping and the cliff is a long ways off. My present girlfriend and I talk about that stuff a lot, so it feels more real now — marriage, kids, a house, moving to a reasonably priced metro area. We talk about the future and what we want out of it, for our families and souls. I drink a few times a month at most. I’m still hungry for experience and adventure, but I want comfort and stability, too. I’ve had to leave behind self-destruction in favor of consciousness, but I like it. I also think my politics have gotten a bit less radical and more pragmatic.

There remains so much I thought would magically fall into place by my age that hasn’t yet, and I don’t know why or what to do about it. I worry that the social anxiety and introversion that made me seem like a weird or quirky twentysomething makes me seem like a misanthropic and deranged grown-up. Sometimes I feel bad that I still dress like I did ten years ago, but luckily I’m gay, so as long as Ellen still wears sneakers and jeans every day, I can too, right?

KaeLyn, Contributing Editor

DC65KaeLynThere are some days I feel like I’m the epitome of everything I never wanted. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Let me back up. I never dreamt of my wedding or having babies when I was a kid. When my first grade classmates played “house,” I voluntarily self-cast myself as the family dog. I liked playing veterinarian with my Pound Puppies over playing with Barbies. I imagined being an artist, an actor, a writer, a veterinarian, a marine biologist, a Greenpeace activist (True story: I asked my mom if she would bail me out of jail for cutting whale nets when I was about six years old. She said, “Nope. Don’t get arrested”). I never imagined being a wife or mother. As I got older, I entertained romantic notions of being a starving poet living in a barren industrial flat in NYC. I imagined being part of a social movement, going to rallies in Washington, D.C. I imagined living with mangy cats and casual lovers. I couldn’t imagine anything beyond my mid-twenties. I didn’t know what that would even look like. I never wanted to be “normal.” I never wanted white picket fences.

Somehow along the path between 20 and 30, though, everything changed. I don’t want to live in NYC anymore. Being crammed into a crappy apartment with roommates sounds like a nightmare. And though I suppose I do regret never doing it, I don’t regret the reason why I never did it. The last semester of my senior year, I started dating my current partner and we’ve been together since. We got together when we were stupid in love and willing to overlook the very real issue that we wanted different things when it came to big stuff: family, children, small town v. big city. We were 22 and 23, respectively, and that stuff seemed so far away. Life was fun. We were in lust. I personally thought we would sizzle and then fizzle out because I couldn’t imagine life together that far down the road.

I couldn’t wait to be 30 because I felt like people would finally start taking me seriously.

But a decade later, we are still in love. We have both gotten some of what we want and made compromises on other things. We moved to a larger (but not major) city for a job I accepted and ended up putting down roots here. Waffle was willing to go to a bigger city for me, but it turns out I never forced the decision. My work goals have been met with abundance. Waffle gives me the support and space to focus on my career. I’m not rich, but I’m doing work I love for a very livable wage. We also got married — something I never ever thought I’d ever do — and bought a house that’s all ours. We’re planning on making a human kid in the near future, something Waffle has always dreamed of. We have weird grown up things like supplemental life insurance policies and a crude financial plan and a fancy latex mattress. We’re content and happy and making it all work.

The other thing that changed is that I just let go a lot in my thirties, personally. I couldn’t wait to be 30 because I felt like people would finally start taking me seriously. I think that did happen, a little, but surprisingly, passing the 30 mark let me take myself less seriously. I no longer feel like I’m sitting on a ticking bomb. I have patience now. I just have less fuks to give, too. I care less what people think and I demand to be respected instead of worrying about whether or not I am (and believe it or not, that actually works). I still have idealist radical politics, but I have more focus and pragmatism. I am slowly changing out my heels for sensible flats. I’m more forgiving and less quick to judge. I have less tolerance for straight-up BS. Time is racing by and I can finally imagine a future beyond the next five years.

No, this is not the future I dreamed of as a kid, as a teen, as an early twenty-something. If anything, it is more conventional than I ever imagined. Largely, this is because I’m more comfortable with myself and because I feel like I have less to prove. I never wanted to be one of those white picket fence people who stay in their hometown and never leave. And I’m not that. Every decision I’ve made has been with intention, not because it is the status quo. So here I am and I’m damn glad. I can’t wait for my forties just because I want to know what that tastes like. And I hope I get more grey hair.

Next: Laneia and Bren

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Riese is the 37-year-old CEO, CFO and Editor-in-Chief of Autostraddle.com as well as an award-winning writer, blogger, fictionist, copywriter, video-maker, low-key Jewish power lesbian and aspiring cyber-performance artist who grew up in Michigan, lost her mind in New York and then headed West. Her work has appeared in nine books including "The Bigger the Better The Tighter The Sweater: 21 Funny Women on Beauty, Body Image & Other Hazards Of Being Female," magazines including Marie Claire and Curve, and all over the web including Nylon, Queerty, Nerve, Bitch, Emily Books and Jezebel. She had a very popular personal blog once upon a time, and then she recapped The L Word, and then she had the idea to make this place, and now here we all are! In 2016, she was nominated for a GLAAD Award for Outstanding Digital Journalism. Follow her on twitter and instagram.

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  1. Thank you all for this – I really enjoyed reading it and got a lot out of it.

    I’m turning 30 soon, and my life is not at where I expected it to be, in some good and other not so good ways, and I’ve been reflecting on that a lot lately so it was really lovely to read this, and get some perspective on things as well as hear about all your experiences. Perfect timing!

  2. This was much needed right now. Thank you all so much. I literally air high-fived Laneia in my bedroom because that was so my life. And Gabby, your words always speak to me. Idk if it’s the whole queer Latina thing, but always. You ladies are awesome.

  3. I can’t thank you guys enough for all of the grownup content you’ve been giving us lately.

    It’s been so meaningful for me to be able to read about the experiences of queer women who are my age and to see that those experiences are so varied.

    I’m so much more confident that the path I’m on is a valid one, though it is really difficult to navigate right now and I currently feel like I’m never going to find my way to a less daunting stretch of it.

    Thanks for letting the rest of us in on some of your grownup shit.
    Being represented feels so fucking good.

    Oh, also, Laneia, everything you write is so beautiful and I can’t get enough of it and I’m so glad you exist because you make me cry like once a week and being moved to tears is a definite sign of being alive, which is a thing I try really hard to be, so thanks for that.

  4. When I answered the questions in the survey, I thought, “Oh, this’ll be mildly interesting.” But every one of these articles based on the survey results has driven home the realization that what you’ve done here is HUGE. I am not a social scientist, but to me, this stuff has the feel of Serious, High-Quality Research to it.

    And then you do this: interleaving concrete survey results with the brilliant, human, personal reflections of some really very amazing women.

    I am in awe.

    • I am so bad with numbers and I skipped the class where I had to learn about SPSS or whatever, so the graphs that Riese makes are like actual magic to me.

      The grown ups survey and the sex survey graphs and infographics are blowing my mind. I’m with you!

      • SPSS IS LITERALLY THE WORST. You are not missing anything by not knowing how it works. Nothing.

        Graphpad Prism seems to be not-quite-the-devil, but its inner workings are still a bit of a mystery to me, so who knows.

      • Thanks for this. As a young twenty-something, it’s really nice to know that queer adulthood is A Thing that exists and has multiple forms. It’s nice to know that you don’t have to have everything figured out by 30 (especially since so many of my straight friends do appear to have their shit together and things figured out! All my thirty-something straight friends are married (or getting married soon) and have kids (or are expecting kids), and now some of my friends who are my age are getting married and I’m over here like what even?).

        • WTF no this is not where this comment should be going. Why did this show up here? This isn’t where the comment box was. Clearly SPSS is not the only computer thing that is the worst.

  5. This article really spoke to so much of what I’ve been feeling lately. My spouse and I got married in October and I turned 31 in march and I’ve just been trying to figure out how to adult. I also transitioned at 29 so it’s like I finally started to live and am immediately faced with this second transition into real adulthool when I never actually lived as an adolecent or 20-something since I was mostly just waiting around to die. This article definitely inspired me though to start writing my perspective on all of this, even if it never exists as anything more than an exercise self examination.

      • I always struggle with feeling like my voice matters. Every time I try to write anything I just find myself asking what makes me so important or special that anyone should care about what I have to say. As a professional I feel like I should blog just to have my voice out there and establish myself professionally but it’s like, if I can figure something out then surely it’s so obvious that it’s not worth writing about.

        When I think about writing a personal experience essay it’s even worse because it’s like as a queer trans woman raised in poverty nobody gives a damn about my voice, or conversely as an educated professional employed white trans woman I have too much privilege to presume to speak about the problems I’ve experienced.

        • Just to nudge in and say that – judging by everything you just wrote – I’d love to read a personal essay by you. Is there not something in the contradictions between the parts of you that make you feel like your voice won’t be listened to and the parts that make it feel you will be read as too privileged? In those contradictions that make up a real person, rather than a cipher for political positionings?

          Anyway. I’d love to read something you wrote if you were to do so.

          • My spouse been trying to remind me that life isn’t zero-sum and I have to remember that sharing my voice doesn’t take away from anyone else’s but instead adds depth and nuance to the tapestry of our perspectives. I think maybe I will write something about my experiences.

  6. Oh gawd, ya’ll. Reading this all put together… Let’s just say I found myself quietly crying more than once. Because life is grand and hard and we’re going to survive it together. XO

  7. “I want to die broke from spending goodness. I don’t want any goodness left in the bank. I want to have splurged on the world. On cats and dogs and panda bears and the people I love and the people I barely know and the planet itself.”

    I’m only 26, but this so much is the kind of person I want to be. Thanks Heather for writing it out so clearly and to the rest of ya’ll for sharing.

  8. Thank you all so much for sharing these stories — I’m 29 and finally got some health stuff sorted out and reading pieces like this is tremendously helpful in picturing & figuring out what the fuck next, what the fuck the rest of my life can be like, because before it was just an amorphous, uncertain blob of maybe existing, somehow. <3

  9. Thank you so much for all the grown up themed posts lately! I spend way more time on the website again and feel very inspired.

    Being a grown up bisexual woman in a relationship with a woman has been pretty easy, I even live in a very tolerant country. But tolerance has its limits. Growing up, I knew my parents accepted homosexuality from coworkers or neighbours, but I also knew that they thought it was unnatural and narcisist. I know that this attitude (tolerant but homophobic) exsist all around us. I copied a lot of what my parents thought, it took me a long time to overcome that. It pains me to think of all the people that do not feel like a life with marriage or kids or anything they’ve dreamed of is possible, just because they are queer.

    That is why I think these stories you are sharing are especially important: it gives younger queers a perspective that I lacked so much.

  10. As a gay person in my early 30s, I really feel like it’s a weird place to be. When I came out in my early 20, I was shunned by many people, told to never have children by my family because it was morally wrong, and sexually harassed by my boss for being gay. It was still illegal to have gay sex in many states around me! Now, in what seems like hardly any time at all, many more people are accepting, gay marriage is becoming increasing widespread, and my family is hassling me constantly to have kids with my female partner. The world has changed rapidly, but I still have to admit that I carry a lot of the baggage from the homophobia I experienced when I was younger. That pain still feels quite raw, even though much of the world seems to have forgotten about it. Then again, much of the world is still extremely homophobic and I still experience that regularly too. It’s just a really weird, in-between place.

    • It’s weird b/c when I was in school, the economy was fantastic, and then by the time I graduated, it had crashed. When I first realized i was gay, marriage was not an option, but by the time I became marrying age, it had become an option. I feel like being in between gen x and the millennials means I keep preparing myself for life stages that become totally unrecognizable the moment I actually reach them.

      • Yes, exactly! I was told by many family members in no uncertain terms that they would never support me if I married a woman, so long before I met someone I wanted to marry, I emotionally prepared myself for that. Now I’m getting married and all my family thinks it’s the greatest thing. Did everyone get collective amnesia? I’m thrilled that they are supportive, but I feel a little behind or something. I think you’re right, that our generation is reaching all these milestones that are nothing like what we expected or prepared for. We’re definitely the bait and switch generation.

      • That is a very good point. Our life options don’t match the narrative we grew up being told.

        I wonder if we queer people take longer to reach “conventional” life stages because we had to step outside of the assumed narrative because we’re not hetero, so we’re used to questioning the rules, and therefore more likely to try different options than many straight people. And then many of us do end up deciding that marriage or kids are actually right for us, we just need to organically get to that place.

        I always thought I’d be married by 30 (because in my head if I got married after that I’d have too many wrinkles in the pictures and / or be a failure because I hadn’t made someone love me enough I think) and that was a large part of me proposing to absolutely the wrong woman. Thank goodness it ended and now at almost 32 I’m with an actually amazing woman. I’m not so sure anymore that I entirely believe monogamous marriage forever is a possibility but I’m maybe willing to find out in a couple of years.

        And finally, I’m really glad that you guys are taking the site in this direction. Thank you. It’s not that I don’t sometimes value the writings of 20 something’s but it’s great to hear from people who have matured into their writing style, if that makes sense.

    • I think it’s okay to be carrying around some baggage, that’s unavoidable. It’s also okay to remember even when the others have (conveniently?) forgotten how they treated you. Not necessarily to hold grudges (though that is a superpower in itself), but to honor your wounds, you know? Yeah. I think it’s all okay, to witness all this social growth and be a little disoriented by the mixed messages that usually accompany it.

  11. And I just wanted to add that, Riese, I totally agree that there is so much more pressure on same-sex couples who have kids when it comes to being perfect. Straight couples aren’t expected to have a perfect situation to have children, but with same-sex couples since we’re really planning it, we need to have a perfect living situation, perfect financials, perfect schools lined up, perfect job, perfect everything. I totally think that people should be thoughtful and careful about having children, but there shouldn’t be so much pressure on gay people to wait until things are perfect to be allowed to have kids.

    • Yes, and I think a lot of the (sometimes self-imposed) pressure comes from this need to prove something to the world, that we can be good enough parents, that our kids won’t get screwed up by growing up in a non-traditional family, as if traditional families NEVER screw up their kids (all the time!)We’re under scrutiny and some people are just waiting for us to drop the ball so they can push their anti-gay agenda.

    • Chiming in to say the same thing – I’m the kind of person who always tries to have a 5-Year Plan (but not, like, communist or anything) and it’s been frustrating already having to plan ahead to save enough money to start a family. Do I wait until I’ve found a steady job? Until we’ve saved enough money to just get pregnant? Do I wait to have extra money for multiple implantations, or will it be too late? Is there ever a perfect time to start the messy process of starting a family?

      My straight friends are already buying houses and getting married. The mere thought of OWNING a house just blows my fucking mind, because all I can think about is all that money stashed away isn’t for a domicile, it’s for my uterus to house another life. And that is something that none of my straight friends or family can even comprehend.

      • My straight friends are on baby two. And have nice big houses when I’m in a little flat. But I have a great life in a city full of culture and there’s always something to do, so it’s a pretty good trade.

        I used to think I had to have a five year plan but have started just working really hard and seeing what opportunities come up. And then I. Got the job I thought I’d have in five years, after lots of crappy corporate job having. So now I’m pretty happy and trying to figure out what the future looks like. a few interesting ideas have started presenting themselves that is have missed if I’d stuck with the plan!

        Of course, I guess there are careers where you need a plan? But just don’t close yourself off to serendipity!

        • I’m halfway through my PhD, so my 5-year plan is pretty much “don’t be still here in 5 years”. Afterwards, I’m probably going to just let things take me through whatever doors of opportunity are open for me.

  12. Wow this whole article is really great! Thank-you all for sharing. I can relate to so much of this. not ever really seeing a future for myself because I didn’t see myself living into adulthood either. It’s really nice to hear other 30 somethings talk about what it’s like to be in adulthood and thinking of a real life future.

  13. this is so, so great. i’m in my mid-twenties, but i’ve been slowly (s l o w l y) starting to think ahead, beyond just the next six months or so. what does adulthood mean when 5 more years of school are looming on the horizon? what does it mean when all my straight (and some of my queer) friends from high school and college are married and having kids? what does it mean when i struggle with my mental health every day? i just don’t know. & it’s comforting when other folks don’t know either but are still willing to share their experiences. i’m really grateful.

    and gabby — i have got to stop reading your writing in public, where people can see me crying. oh jeez. beautiful.

    • This really resonates with me, another 4.5+ years of school looking ahead and mental health struggle every day
      We will somehow weave you ways through it all though, all these wonderful queers are describing in this article and tr comments

  14. I’d love to gush about how moved I am by this article, but I can’t figure out the right words.

    I would like to second Willow Rose’s comment above about how Amazing and Interesting and Quality the data and individual accounts all are, and note that Remy’s about value to the young’uns is highly accurate: 100% of my own personal survey indicates that articles such as this one are viewed with enthusiasm and as a roadmap. (Survey size: 1 individual. Average age: 19.)

    (Also, Laneia, if you have any burning questions for someone who was homeschooled zirself, you can ask me.)

  15. Yikes if adulthood is termed as entering into your 30s, does that mean I am on the slippery slope to senility at 40? Please reassure me and let me know that there are others of my age on autostraddle.

    I remember turning 30 being a time where I constantly questioned who I was and what I wanted to achieve. In some ways, I had actually done the one and only thing I had focused on my entire 20s on and the rest of the time I had spent floundering.

    My 30s was so much more about putting on the uniform of adult hood, getting a sensible job, a pension, another bloody bigger mortgage, having children, getting married after the children (not my fault!), getting shoved under the institutional microscope for the right to adopt our own kiddos, writing my will and all that endless stuff that makes your hair go grey or in my case white and weirdly pube-like which is odd considering it used to be poker straight.

    The classic midlife crisis has three elements: marathons, mistresses or motorbikes. I’ve only managed the half marathon but instead opted for madness and music. Things you never deal with do have a tendency to catch up with you whether you like it or not. In my case it was the long-running mental health issues that my family had so lovingly endowed upon myself and my siblings.

    The most fulfilling part of reaching forty is that I have learnt to shuck off my Clarissa Dalloway angst and pointless busyness and can now, without apology, pursue only the things I love and spend time with only the people I love and who love me back.

    It feels mighty freeing to know now that I really could not give a flying bidet whether people see me as the overly posh Tory girl living in the rural arse end of nowhere. I don’t have to fit in anymore. I exist and I’m interested and interesting and finally it’s enough. Oh and also coming out of my youngest’s toddlerhood I am no longer so frazzled I could weep.

    • “I exist and I’m interested and interesting and finally it’s enough.”

      this this this.

      dealing with mental health issues — and [constantly] learning how to live with them through different times — was by far the best thing i’ve ever done for myself and the people who love me. “I exist and I’m interested” is exactly where i am right now.

    • You are definitely not alone and it’s so helpful and validating to read about where you are at 40. I learn a lot from older friends and the biggest takeaway is that you seem to get a lot better at saying no, taking care of yourself, and cutting BS out of your life. I am aiming to get there. 40 sounds grand. I can’t wait!

    • I’m 45, so you’re definitely not the only 40 something here.

      I’m having a rough, humbling year. Gabby’s essay really reasonated with me – I feel like a couple years ago I would have had a much more uplifting report to make and right now I’m just shocked by how hard everything is. I was laid off a year ago and it re activated my PTSD – it’s so humbling that even after 24 years of treatment and healing, I’m still struggling with problems I thought I left behind in my 20s.

      • yeah it’s really weird when you realize that life isn’t an upward trajectory where things magically get better as you become better at life (because older=better, right, because we’ve learned things and made mistakes and tried to fix them) but it’s not, really. it’s ups and downs. things do get better, i think, because life is a lot of trial and error, but that’s interior shit. the rest of the world is not on your interior schedule, and it will wreak havoc upon you as it wishes.

    • greetings fellow 4x! am also in my *ahem* early forties… a lot of stuff makes sense now that didn’t use to, it’s nice to have confidence, be comfortable in who you are and not give a damn about a lot of little things… but yeah, still figuring it out as I go… some things never change

  16. This was absolutely wonderful to read and I thank you all for sharing.

    I turn 33 today and I still don’t feel like an adult at times. I’ve always been rather independent. Having not grown up with much, I was taught from an early age that if I wanted something, I damn well better work at getting it. I have a great job, my own place (rent) and I’m in my first ever serious relationship (that kinda still freaks me out a little bit).

    Having said all that though, I did find myself feeling adult-ish when I bought my first ever coffee press. So there you go. 😉

  17. i said something similar on the makin’ babies post yesterday, but i am just immensely grateful to have ALL OF YOU humans paving the way into your 30’s and to be able to read your words now and have them exist to look back on as i continue to grow up. i know this is the “content aimed at people not in their 20’s,” but as one of us squarely in her 20’s, i love how these posts give me so many possible ways to imagine a beautiful and rich future for myself and my peers. y’all are inspiring and i’m so lucky to know you. <3

  18. I guess I never thought I’d be where I am now, not because I didn’t have opportunities/wasn’t blessed/lucky/etc but because…while there’s things I want(ed) I never thought to myself, ok, this HAS TO HAPPEN BY THIS DATE.

    I’m turning 28(!) this year and I look around and see people marrying/having babies/moving/etc and I’m just sitting here like…why. Maybe because I can’t see myself having kids (now or ever) or because I’d rather not marry someone unless we’re both crazy about them, or because not marrying young (like my mother, who married when she was 23) has let me meet wondrous people.

    Also this reminded me of the following Ani Difranco lyric:
    and generally my generation
    wouldn’t be caught dead working for the man
    and generally I agree with them
    trouble is you gotta have youself an alternate plan

  19. I am loving these articles. I can really relate to the statements about living fast and hard because you couldn’t even imagine living into your thirties… I feel like that was something that was tied to the almost complete invisibility of LGBT people in the smaller town where I grew up. The idea of a career seemed like a total joke until I met other people like me.

  20. I think what this essay collection proves more than anything (besides the fact that you are all wonderful humans and equally wonderful writers) is that there is no one “right” way to be an adult, queer or otherwise. We all have a unique journey, and a unique definition of what it means to be an adult in the world.

    I turned 35 this year. I have a wife and 2 kids and an apartment that usually looks like a toy store exploded inside of it. I also have a job so that I can have all of these other things. It’s not the job I thought I’d have when I was a kid or in high school or in college or in my 20s. Its not a job I’m passionate about, or even particularly love, but to be honest I’m not even sure what that job would be. Maybe it doesn’t even exist. We’re told so much when we’re young that we need to find our “calling” and have a career and be successful and it took me a long time to accept that not everyone has a “calling.” Not everyone measures success by their work; sometimes a job is just a way to pay the bills. So I have a job with a stable company that pays me a decent salary. I like my co-workers. Sometimes it’s even interesting. And I think that’s enough.

    • My spouse would agree with you so much. I’ve been very “follow the dream career” focused, but he’s got a job that he likes enough that pays the bills and has a high level of job security (unionized) and he’s just fine with that. I think it’s the reality for a lot of people and it’s OK to be OK with it!

  21. This article, and what felt like its continuation in the comments below, is really bloody moving and affirming.
    I’m turning 25, and in a headspace where the future feels imaginable and possible, and the present seems safer and more stable than anything I’ve been used to, has made me want to plan and plan for what’s coming and what’s happening now. Reading other people’s experiences of living and growing and being queer and trans is just really lovely. All the best to you all

  22. Thank you for these wonderful conversations. A special thank you to Heather Hogan for so elequently putting into words many of my emotions and feelings. Heather at the age of 58 I salute you and please stay the kind and loving person you are , because the world need more people like you to carry the message of caring and kindness.

  23. I was in my early 30’s and a thousand miles away from home when I had to start over. At first I didn’t give it a lot of thought because I was focus on the main reason why I had to be in a different country: to work. Oddly enough, it was in a foreign land where I found peace with myself. I was away from everything familiar and although it sounds strange, not having a safety net (aside from the company of strangers who would later become my friends), helped me to reevaluate what I was doing with my life. Major changes happened during that turning point but in the end, it was all worth it. I got married, was granted permanent residency and built a life in a place I have since called home.

  24. On reflection something that really comes out of the posts and comments (which I missed from my reply to Riese above) is that so many of us struggle with mental health issues. It’s so wonderful that you guys share that with us and I’d love as much discussion of how you cope as you’re comfortable giving us. I don’t have friends in real life right now who engage with this and it’s such a useful conversation to have

    • yes! that can really sidetrack a life plan for sure. for me it’s a huge deal because i know i have to go off my meds in order to get pregnant, and i’m not sure how that’s gonna work out! but it also adds another several months to the process, as I’d have to taper off before i could start the process of trying to get pregnant — and the other editors here would have to be very prepared for me to be a bit wacky for a while. it’s a lot to think about.

  25. You know, I’m 19 happily engaged, on the track to America to live in a state I finally found to be home…. And I know for a fact I lucked out.

    I have a family whose always supported me. a wife who devoutly loves Me and a hell of alot of dogs that we call our children.

    She’s 26 this year, and I see her often trying to measure her worth and success and feeling lost about it. She knows we want land, and a home we build, kids that will cost a fortune.. but she struggles to see how we’ll get there.
    There’s alot of prejudice against butches and women in her fields of work.. so it’s this endless uphill battle for us.

    But… Well get there.. and we’ll live our dreams and do right by those around us the best we can.

    So many people get so caught up in the who knows where I’ll be’s. .. just live a life of honesty and compassion… And I think you’ll all be just fine.

  26. Last year I turned 30, and one year earlier I came out as trans/queer. (About a year before that, I left my ex-wife of over ten years, too.) Since then, I’ve been torn between feeling like, oh shit, I’m a real adult now, I have to get my life together! and feeling like I’m just starting life over again, trying to catch up on everything I missed in my twenties. I have so many straight peers with kids and actual careers, mortgages, etc, and the main comfort I have in feeling so far behind them is that I’m not alone. Thanks everyone for sharing – I’m so happy to see this kind of stuff on AS!

  27. I loved this so much. Thank you all for sharing these valuable + real experiences with us.

    I didn’t know I was queer until my 20s and before I came out I really didn’t know what my future would look like. I literally had no plan as to what I’d look like as an adult, what job I was going to have, where I would live, if I would get married, have kids, nothing.

    So when I graduated and “became an adult” I was dumbfounded. WTF do I do now? How do I do adult things? How do I deal with landlords, roommates, being gay, how do I tell people I’m gay, how do I have a job as a gay person? How do I be a gay adult? I had no preparation of this or dreams as a kid, and when it happened, it hit me like a tonne of bricks.

    Straight people have books and TV and stories from their parents or older siblings they can rely on. I had nothing. It was one of the hardest points in my life. Growing pains, y’all.

    • yes! and it’s also really hard that although society has changed a lot for everybody, any gay role models we might’ve had became adults in a radically different culture than the one we grew up in. so there’s also a hard limit to that usefulness if we CAN find anyone — much like i imagine a lot of young women felt during women’s lib, that they didn’t know what their future looked like when their mothers had grown up in a time with radically different possibilities for women.

  28. “I didn’t realize I was gay or come out until my mid-20s, and so I never planned or hoped or wished for anything in my future other than infinite Harry Potter books and a couple of backpacking trips around Europe.” Heather, I’m new to your writing, but I really really really can’t wait to meet you at camp. when I read your writing I have so many things I want to ask you about or discuss with you further! You just seem like a really wonderful person. Also, I don’t think Dumbledore saw socks in the mirror either.

  29. Thank you for this article! I’m 33 and reevaluating where my life is headed. I bought my house at 24 and started a business that was my passion. Then in my late 20s I was surprised to find my self queer. I now have a wife whom I love oh so very much, and we’re trying to have a baby (currently waiting to see if the iui from two weeks ago worked- the waiting is crazy making). But I no longer love or even like my job and sometimes being queer makes my job tricky. Like Bren I had things worked out in my 20s and now in my 30s I’m reconsidering. I’ve been living in my home town but now thinking about maybe moving, maybe switching careers or maybe not. But money is a thing that we need. So yeah, it is helpful to read about the paths that others have walked and are walking, to know that we’re not alone in struggling.

    • You’re gonna figure this out. I’m glad you have your wife to help you through. I’d be no where without mine.

      The really strange thing is that during my 20s I was the one bringing home the lion’s share of the bacon, but that situation has done a complete 180. Its hard, for me, to adjust to that and allow myself the freedom to just be figuring stuff out.

  30. I can’t sign in at work but I really enjoyed this piece.

    I spent most the last half of my teen years finding the courage to admit it to myself, then sneaking around to experience it, and then got greedy and needy in college, just wanting to devour the entire culture surrounding it. But as I got older and moved on my own, none of these were no longer necessary, and I was interested in other things. No longer (and now more than in ever) did I have to hide my feelings about or from my partner, or parents, or whoever. My path is wide open.

    Navigating spaces as a queer adult is not as overtly queer as I felt it needed to be when I was younger. Back then, I wanted anyone to know, I wanted to know anyone! I still yearn for that community, but I’m more comfortable now.

    I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’ll come back after work

  31. As a baby gay of 19, reading all of this is so SO helpful and comforting. I live in an area that isn’t super crazy about people who aren’t straight and cis so I haven’t come out to anyone other than close family and friends out of fear of being fired from my jobs. My exposure to the LGBT community is pretty small but hearing everyone’s stories gives me so much hope especially hearing from people who are adults and queer and are doing adult things. Y’all are having kids and getting married and have careers and it’s just amazingly wonderful and makes me fear the future less and less.
    Thank you, thank you, thank you!

  32. Thank you thank you thank you. I love reading about being in y/our 30 (and older). It’s such an incredible decade. I’m loving mine but spending so much time figuring stuff out and letting go of the person I was in my 20s, it’s great to be able to read so many familiar and/or thought-provoking experiences.

  33. Happy I realized I am a female, and had female to female love in my life. It was my first real love in my life. None of you understand being a translesbian and how we feel to be loved as a girl…. you take it for granted…. for us it is huge and wonderful ! 🙂

  34. I read this again! Because it speaks to me so much. Anyhow, I really wanted to say… Laneia, your piece really got to me.

    I don’t have the same life experience as yours, but I have spent a lot of time trying to reconcile my fairly radical politics and activism with what I want in life, which is, to be honest, pretty boring and conservative. I’m a fairly boring person who likes stability and I want that, and one day I want to have a partner and kids, and be surrounded by family and pets, all that.

    So these words really got me: “For me, being a queer adult has been one great reconciliation. It’s meant forgiving — actually forgiving — myself for finding happiness in things that I’d deemed ‘straight people things.’ Like finding happiness in a world that isn’t radical to the untrained eye.”

    I’m not quite at that point yet, but I do hope to get there.

    Again thanks for sharing! I think this will be one of those autostraddle pieces I keep close by.

    • i hope you get there, too! i believe you will. there are still several things i’m working on reconciling, but the more i accept, the more excited i am to accept the next thing. such a process, living.

  35. This is what I needed in my life.
    Some of my oldest friends will remember a twelve year old me, depressed and fretting over how miserable I would be in the life that was laid out for me. I already knew that the expected set of college-career-husband-children wasn’t one that I could genuinely smile through.
    Then I came out to myself at 13, and then to my friends at 14. By 16, my parents knew, and I felt free of those expectation. I knew that there was no way for me to follow the dreaded conventional path. If I really wanted to, I could mimic it in the way some queers do, but the instruction manual was less clear about all of that.
    This presented its own problem.
    If I didn’t have to do what I was told, what was I actually going to do?
    For a long time, I didn’t really think about that. I was a sad, sad kid. I was so sad that it made me feel sick and faint all the time, and the only things that could comfort me were thoughts of being alone in the dark. I didn’t think I was going to make it out of high school, so there was no need to plan ahead. But then I lived. I made it past 18, the milestone that I was sure would be the end of me, and I realized that I couldn’t keep going like I was. If I was going to be alive, I was going to have to take care of myself, and, you know, actually live.
    I’m 21 now. I’ll probably make it to 25. And 30.
    In this past year, I’ve made friends and connections with queer people who are older than me. Some by a just few years, and some by more. Seeing them getting by, being okay, and even being happy has given me hope that those things aren’t out of reach for me.
    Having role models can be very important, especially in a big scary world that doesn’t really seem to have a place for you.
    Honestly, I’ll probably make it past 30, too. The idea of being alive for another decade seems strange to me, but reading things like this and seeing wonderful people jumping over that line strips away a bit of the uncertainty.

  36. Thank you for this. I read it when it was first published, and just read it again. I have recently turned 30, and I am in a point of transition career-wise. I have been struggling with the uncertainty of it, and comparing myself to those around me. I have been feeling regretful about choices I have made in my 20s and wishing I was more established.

    This article really speaks to me. It is okay to not have it all figured out. It is okay to care about the domestic things that I couldn’t believe my parents cared about, like planting a garden or spring cleaning.

    This article is about forgiving ourselves and finding our own truths. And my 20s have been amazing, and worth the experiences I gained when I was still figuring out what career I wanted to pursue. As I go into job interviews, I think of what Heather said, and think about how my goal is to put all of my goodness into the world.

  37. Wow. This is so much. I just realized I was gay and upended my life and turned 29 all in a span of months and it’s so, so helpful to read stories of lives lived well, but not smoothly. Because life has been anything but smooth, especially at this point where I thought I’d already have it figured out.

    Also, I am a social scientist and I have a vision for integrating stories and data in a meaningful way and what you’ve done here is a beautiful model for it, especially for general consumption.

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