​Coming out seems like the door opening to a new era in a relationship. The closing of one chapter and the opening of another in a sense of becoming closer as two people. This wasn’t the case for me.

Lots of people do it. Someone does something stupid and someone will inevitably say, “Dude, that’s so gay.” Then they laugh about it because it’s funny, right?

Flash forward a couple hours and I’m in downtown Memphis, covered head-to-toe in glitter,
wearing a mesh crop-top and booty shorts, and tucking some one dollar bills into the bra strap
of a drag queen. Let’s just say I was not at brunch.