Assuming I am either straight or gay is offensive, because denying my identity to me is insulting.
“I am getting a life’s lesson about grace from my mother in the ICU. We never stop learning from our mothers, do we?”
The outcome of this night, of any night, made no difference, because he was still going to be “out there.” Walking. Breathing. Doing his laundry.
I once read that the idea of “safe space” is an illusion we use to comfort ourselves. In what places are we really safe?
That’s the other thing about passing. People feel like they’re safe to be homophobes in front of you.
“I’m sorry about everything.” You can feel her eyes on you. “I feel like I’ve done nothing but cause trouble.” You feel her hand on yours and you know that she feels comforted that you are beside her.