I almost didn’t write this letter because it feels presumptuous. It feels presumptuous to me to think I can see the pain and struggle in your eyes without knowing you after watching you on tv for three plus minutes. And yet, I can’t stop thinking about you, Matt. I can’t, because as presumptuous as it may be, I see what I see and it breaks my heart. I want to hug you. I want to protect you. There’s so much I want to tell you.
I must first admit that I have no experience in familial rejection. It pains me to say that we live in a world where I am excessively lucky. I came out to my parents and my brother when I was 14 or 15 and over the course of the next few years we all learned a lot together. Sometimes I led, sometimes [continue reading...]