I’ve been giving praises for Obamacare, because for the first time in two years I have health insurance. I celebrated on January 2 with a long-overdue pap smear and sexually transmitted infection (STI) roundup.
Everything was going well, until the awkward moment I told my doctor that I’m queer.
Yes, I have sex with women.
It wasn’t awkward for me to share that information. It was awkward to have to repeatedly ask the same questions over and over again because my health-care provider wouldn’t acknowledge my questions with direct answers.