Growing up Gay in the South: Childhood

As I attempted drifting off to sleep last night, my brain hyped up on caffeine, I thought back to something I hadn’t meditated on for ages — my childhood. It hadn’t been as traumatic as junior high or high school, so it’s not something I think about often. When I ask myself why, I don’t have an answer. I must have simply packed it away, like Christmas clothes I never planned to wear.