Mar 27, 2015
I had a hard hard time growing up in this place. There wasn’t much space when I was little to be mixed or little homo. When I could, I left. But now, with each successive visit, my feelings shift. Not shift away from the panic, but shifting towards liking it even with its flaws. Recognizing that I’ve left a place and leaving a place means leaving the place you could have played in making it better for you. That leaving it doesn’t mean it leaves you.