You know that feeling when you’re young and queer? You’re not completely out to the people in your life, so you hold your love really tightly to your chest so as to not accidentally expose your vulnerable heart to the wrong person? I’d been living like that for about a year before I went to my first Pride. It was the first time I was able to flaunt my queerness without an inch of fear or shame, and it was glorious! For a few hours I was weightless because the closet tends to fall from around you when you’re surrounded
