![]() I suppose our waitress informed our family about the dinner specials that night, but I can’t be sure. ![]() One of my favorite parts of Like Me is when Wright explains how she couldn’t bring herself to look away from a waitress’ cleavage when confronted with it at the age of twelve: She was smitten with her second cousin, and she stole her photo from the refrigerator and hid it so she could gaze upon it lovingly when no one was around. She fell in love with her third grade teacher, and she felt sick on Friday afternoons when she was forced to leave her for the whole weekend. She gathered social clues like a detective, and even though they all added up to inform her that being a lesbian was tantamount to being a perverse sexual deviant, she couldn’t rid herself of her attraction to women. But as I devoured Wright’s book in one sitting this morning, I realized that what she’s saying is even more substantive and meaningful to gay people.Ĭhely Wright knew she was gay when she was a child. The reasons I gave, though valid, were all external: Queer visibility helps bridge the gap of misunderstanding that often separates the LGBT community and society at large. ![]() By the time I reached page 13 of Chely Wright‘s memoir, Like Me, I realized I’d only hinted at the importance of her coming out when I wrote about it earlier this week. ![]()
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