When I burst my college bubble by moving to SF, I realized that everyone here is signed up for at least one dating app, and if they aren’t, it’s because they’ve been in a serious relationship for forever and are no longer in the market.
Back home, people weren’t nearly as turned on to the idea of online dating, but here, it’s completely the norm.
It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when we become “ourselves.” I knew I was gay from a young age.
I didn’t have the vocabulary to understand it at the time; it was always some puzzle that I put off unraveling.
Guys, at least at my school, are pretty rude as soon as the sun goes down.There was nothing grounding the insidious feeling of difference in reality.It was difficult to ignore, but impossible to embrace.There didn’t seem to be any point in accepting that I was gay if I didn’t have anyone to “be gay” with—gay friends, a boyfriend, a drag mother.Okay, I was actually terrified of drag queens back then, but now I can’t get enough.