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kendrysaneela
kendrysaneela

God just the fact that Carol is a full grown independent adult who’s been an adult for decades with enough money to be completely independent from her homophobic family and who’s been in a relationship with a woman for at least over a decade if not longer and yet she’s just still SO fuckin TERRIFIED of coming out because she’s just so incredibly traumatized by her homophobic upbringing and her experience in that conversion camp. She has built an entire career on writing heterosexual books that she wanted to make sapphic but she was too afraid to, she lies about which man she is attracted to online when her fans ask cause it’s safer, she wears more feminine clothing at her book signings than she normally would in normal life so that no one will suspect that she’s gay and her agent is her wife. It’s just so sad. Can you imagine knowing you were gay when you were sixteen years old and then still being closeted in your fifties? Can you imagine how scared and traumatized you have to be of your own identity to remain closeted for that many decades? How trapped she must feel within her own identity? How she’s built a career that in her head rests on her continuing to be trapped within it never letting anyone know? It’s so sad. And I bet it was just so incredibly hard for Helen to watch Carol go through for so many years. How hard it would be to watch someone you love so much subject themselves to so much pain no matter how many times you try to tell them that they’re safe they’re not sixteen anymore it’s safe it’s okay and they’re too traumatized to hear you? And then at the end of all of this after decades of the incredible pain of being closeted for so many years….your wife the only person you could be your authentic self with. Dies in a pretty horrific manner right in front of you. And then the next day you’re informed that the entire world now knows you’re gay and knows how you were originally going to make your books gay before you got too scared and talked yourself out of it. Even sent you a woman who looked like a female version of the character you forced yourself to make male. So what was the point in the end? What was the point of subjecting yourself to so much pain for decades only for none of it to matter anymore in the span of 24 hours? Only for it to never matter again? What was the point?

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