I looked around at all my classmates on the night of my high school graduation. During one of the speeches, that seemed to go on longer than it really needed to be, I realized something.
I don’t have to see any of these people ever again.
Suddenly, a wave of happiness came over me, with this realization. I never have to walk in the war zone that was middle/high school ever again.
I don’t have to be stared at with their homophobic gaze. I don’t have to be whispered about. I don’t have to objectified and speculated about.
I’m free to be…