 The Item of Clothing That Defined My First Truly Queer Summer It was the summer of 2008, the first I felt confident—not necessarily proud, per se, but self-assured—in my identity. I’d hope my shorts would announce who I was by lazily copying from a random archetype of what a lesbian looked like, so I wouldn’t have to come out with words. The words were much scarier than a pair of ugly shorts. | 
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