Standing in the dim light of the living room in my parents’ home on a late summer night, holding my partner’s hand as I am about to come out, I feel like a meme. Freeze frame. Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.
Rewind to about six months ago. In my teeny, tiny London bedroom, and I’m trying on my first binder. As I look at my half-length reflection in the mirror, my eyes swell with tears. All the little signs I missed