“One, two, three, four,” Kesha said softly, opening her album like she was talking just to me. My phone told me that Kesha’s new album, Rainbow, had just been released and I clicked play. I left one of those friend’s houses to make the long trek back from the city of LA to the suburb of who cares. “I’m a girl” is a harder sell when you look like the same boy they’d always known. Dressed in parent-approved drag, I left them confused. While I’d decided not to tell my parents for a few more months, I did use this time to come out to my old friends. In that life, I was out to everyone but I wouldn’t be out on this trip. I pulled my remaining boy clothes from the back of my closet and removed my red nail polish - the faint stain reminding me of a new life I was starting to build. Three months after coming out to myself, I got on a plane to visit my parents. I’m not straight,” by Scott Legato/Getty Images
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