Besides Diego, I know I can tell Mom almost anything. When I was fifteen, I casually came out to her over burgers and milkshakes. Just an I’m gay between bites. Her response was Wonderful. Pass the ketchup. I’m not stressed about discussing Pride around Abuelito either. He took the whole coming out thing as an invitation to pivot from introducing me to the girls at his Catholic church he wanted me to date to introducing me to all the openly queer people instead. I know I’m lucky.
