What I could offer wasn’t life changing—it was just a break, a little time to gather the strength to keep going.
I privately couldn’t get over the fact that she’d even felt comfortable speaking to me that way.
Though the person in the skirt and I weren’t the same, when I saw them, I felt something I never had before at work: like I could be totally, completely myself.
We were two stereotypes—the sassy gay best friend, and the hyper-sexualized reporter—working at a place that highlighted our biggest insecurities.