Teresa's Story
I’ve always lived my life on the fringes and never followed the crowd. I started stripping at 19 in San Francisco, and that experience alone opened my eyes to the fact that there is more to life than the status quo. During those 13 years as a sex worker, I found my voice - learning to walk in my power as the bold, unapologetic, do-no-harm, take-no-shit human that I am.

So coming out at 29, while nursing my 2-year-old son, where my job as his mother was to raise him to be his most authentic self, made me turn the mirror onto myself and ask, “Am I actually practicing what I want to teach him?” The answer was not 100%, so when his father came home, I ended our relationship.

Being SEEN, to me, is continuing to see me - now at 54 - as the bold, unapologetic, do-no-harm, take-no-shit human that I worked so hard to embrace, nurture, and love, even while being told that I’m “too much.” So you either take me as I am or don’t fuck with me at all. I’m thankful that I am in a relationship with Roni, who not only matches my freak but also amplifies it.

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Roni's Story
As an adult at the age of 56, I am just now seeing myself as being queer. I’ve always known - ever since I was a little girl around the age of 5 - that I liked girls. When playing house, I always wanted to play the dad so I could kiss the mommy. I can still remember the first time I kissed a girl. I was 5 or 6 years old, and I remember it feeling hard, teeth and dry. After that, I think I tried to ignore my feelings toward girls and went forward exploring the opposite sex.