“I struggle to answer the question “What are you proud of?” Not because I’m not happy with my life, my relationship with my partner, or my mental health — I am. I just don’t know if I can own the word “pride.” Pride, in this instance, feels like something reserved for people who have had it a lot worse than me, people who haven’t been able to get affirmation from typical value-dispensing bodies: church, parents, work, etc. I’m lucky. I have a supportive family. I can “pass” as straight. I have mostly dated women and haven’t lost friends over my sexuality.

Although I struggle to identify with this word, I think pride is wonderful. I think we need it. I think the world is a better place for having queer people in it.

So, if I had to choose something to be proud of, I would say I’m proud of doing things differently than what I had to do. I could have chosen the path of least resistance. Instead, I think I’ve at least chosen the path of second least resistance.”