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If you knew all of me, you wouldn’t love me anymore. You would no longer want me as your new best friend.
Joy can live beside sorrow.
I did not wake up like this.
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our LGBTQ+ family members just now in the past few decades are getting a seat at the storytelling table.
I didn’t know it then, but to anyone’s untrained eye, I was clearly extremely gay.
creating pockets of joy for myself was an art I learned early.
After all, I had never been a fan of men in positions of authority. What reason did I have to be? They were always ripping me out of my gowns, tearing Barbies out of my hands, and telling me I wasn’t allowed to express myself.
I wasn’t that interesting. I was too fat, too femme, too loud, and too unlovable.
