A Christmas Coming Out Story? Not With My Conservative Relatives
Every year around the holidays, we visit my father’s side of the family. I have not come out to any of them.
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Every year around the holidays, we visit my father’s side of the family. I have not come out to any of them.
I don’t identify as a girl, but my dad still refers to me as his daughter and wants me to dress the part.
My newfound feminist beliefs are real. They weren’t handed to me. I had to earn them by living day by day.
Every time we listen or watch something produced by a rapist or abuser, not only are we adding to their wealth but we are normalizing their behavior.
My school is like a tiny utopia, within the already liberal bubble of the Bay Area. But recently, my perception of that community as an accepting, tolerant place, was shaken dramatically.
I was 14 or 15 when I started rooftopping. It’s a form of urbexing, or urban exploring, where you discover the most stunning, vertigo-inducing view — either by sitting on the edge of a skyscraper or climbing up a construction crane.
As a teenager, I feel like I’m not always encouraged to be myself. But when I go to a screening of Rocky Horror, I’m free to be exactly who I want to be.
In life, there are a handful of milestones: first words, first steps, first day of school. But when you miss out on a coming-of-age moment, it can feel pretty sucky.
It’s always awkward when kids I know come in as customers. The underlying context is clear: Instead of being out having a good time on a Saturday night, I’m at work, serving them.