And here’s why that’s OK. Coming out to my friends was hard enough (and the consequent decision I have to make of whether or not I want to come out to every new person I meet… but that’s another story…
Why I’m Rarely Home for the Holidays, and Why I’m Okay With That
I live in a house full of strangers. I call them my family, and the fact that I feel so obligated to do so makes me question how we decide to define that. When people hear that I don’t get…