Hannah thinks, for the second time that night, Maybe this can be enough. “I like you, too,” Hannah says, and as soon as she speaks the words, she feels calmer, safer, like she’s finally fitting into the world.
The feeling of not totally "fitting in" to that world has only become more acute as I've grown older and more familiar with the ~progressive homophobia~ from the people in my own community alongside the familiar conservative homophobia of my childhood. Still, fitting in via these regressive hetero scripts reads like pure nightmare fuel.
