My Grandma was the last person on earth I hadn’t come out to, so I wrote her a letter for her 100th birthday.
My Grandma was the last person on earth I hadn’t come out to, so I wrote her a letter for her 100th birthday.
Sometimes, part of me wants to retreat back to photo 1 so I can look “more professional” or “more managerial”. I’m resisting that as best as I can.
Since I came out as queer around this time last year, I’ve been asked some interesting and often insensitive questions.
Dysmorphia has affected me since puberty. It’s been difficult to meld my identity with the realities of my physical body.