Sparkly Purple Bicycle.. and pieces never fitting
When Did I Know? I grew up in a town caught between two worlds. One side leaned liberal, shaped by the university nearby. The other leaned conservative, shaped by timber, the industry most people worked in. My side of town was a working-class place, and it could be a tough environment for a kid who didn't fit in. Growing up, there was no such thing as "transgender." I had never heard of trans-anything, and words like gay and lesbian weren't part of everyday conversation, though looking back, there were rumors. I was an awkward kid. I grew up with siblings, a mom who was a good and loving mother, and also a quiet, working, functional alcoholic, carrying the weight of trauma from her own childhood. My dad was protective, loving, and a good man who had lived a big life before I came along. He liked a drink too. Not an alcoholic, just human. They had both done and seen a lot. We moved around a lot before finally settling in that town, where my dad found steady work. At...