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This isn't a pride story.
This isn't an awareness story.
This isn't a story about being quiet or hiding.
But it isn't about a closet either.
It's what's inside the closet that matters. Or more specifically, who.
Everyone has been in a closet at one point in their life. And it has nothing to do with being gay or trans or anything like that.
It has to do with who we were, and who we become.
Every teenager lands in a closet at their peak of adolescence and stay inside that closet until their peak of adulthood.
We steps in as kids and step out as adults, and we live the closet behind.
And when we grow up and have kids, we forget all about our closets.
And we never know how to handle our kids once they enter theirs.
But why don't we speak of the closet?
Why do we have to be in that closet?
What's it like in other people's closets?
In order to find out, we need to knock on their doors. We need to break barriers.
And that's what I plan to do.
copyright 2017 © by adrien evanesco.
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