Letter to My Roommates

I was at the Pride parade the other day and was reminded of my own coming out journey and how I sometimes remember it and sometimes I forget. I’m posting this letter so I don’t forget.

When I was 22, I wrote a coming out letter to my university roommates. At the time, it was the scariest thing I’d ever done. I’d been living a double life, the stress was weighing me down and I needed to come clean. I just had no idea how they’d react. 

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The Hunt for a Masculine Lunch Bag

The Hunt for a Masculine Lunch Bag

Every couple of years, I go in search of a new lunch bag. It’s a horrific, painful and depressing journey. I don’t want polka dots or stripes or superheroes or anything that I’d be embarrassed to carry while reading my V.C. Andrews novels on the subway. All I want is a masculine lunch bag. And if you think that seems like a pretty simple request, have I got news for you, folks.

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