My Writing, Queer

fuck closets

I wasn’t immune to the heteronormativity of the world but had grown up hippie dippie enough that when my best friend spun around, her long curly hair catching the sunlight and something dropped in my stomach, I knew enough to recognize that feeling as, “oh… I want to kiss her right now.”

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Pride Month’s Almost Over

June is the best month of the year, and my birthday is in July. It's the best because all of the kids are just getting out of school and the beauty and magic of summer is so thick in the air you can taste it. The excitement of outside is still palpable. And rainbows are everywhere. Every-freaking-where.