Breaking Out of the Box
If my ninth-grade self could see me now, she’d be rolling her eyes, utterly confused, asking one question: why do I not look gay…
If my ninth-grade self could see me now, she’d be rolling her eyes, utterly confused, asking one question: why do I not look gay…
And as hard as I tried, I couldn’t hide it, and I certainly couldn’t handle it alone. I needed support, I needed help, but I wasn’t doing enough to get that. I was completely reliant on my partner to help with all my problems—to an extreme fault.