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…

The Reality of My Home

When I came out to my brother, he couldn’t understand why I seemed so scared to tell him. To him, it was clear-cut: if I was gay, then that was that, and how could I be any less than perfectly…