The Black Flamingo

by Dean Atta

“They need protecting from you. You’re a homophobe, Daisy.” “Michael, you can’t force me to be comfortable with all this. I’m not homophobic, I’m your best friend. Nothing changed between us when you came out in B24.” “Well, school’s over and B24 doesn’t mean anything now. I don’t need an ignorant best friend.

I feel like Goldilocks: trying to find a group of people the perfect fit for me. A group that’s “just right.” I didn’t feel black enough for African Caribbean Society, I didn’t feel Greek enough for Hellenic Society, I didn’t feel queer enough for LGBT Society. But I’ve got to find a group that’s just right for me.