It’s June 30th. Literally, the last day of Pride month. And I’ve skirted around my own celebration. I haven’t posted anything, here or on any other social media platform. I haven’t raised any flags, and I don’t own a thing in rainbow. And while I’ve always been loud in my support of the LGBT community, I have never really been loud about myself and my place in that community. Mostly because, I have so easily been able to pass these last 20 years or so.
But I am a B. I always knew I was a B. There was a really frightening time in high school where I was scared that I was really only an L, pretending to be a B out of fear. (I’m a B, though. A big B, if I’m honest.)Continue reading “Pride in Nanette”