How to Come Out in French
Before I was queer, I was French.
It was good to take a night with you.
Everyone knows someone who knows someone.
It’s hard to imagine there are people who hate us this much.
Camille is a writer living in Chicago. Her work has appeared in BuzzFeed, Bustle, Narratively, Autostraddle, the Daily Dot, and elsewhere. She's also the author of Queer Disbelief: Why LGBTQ Equality is an Atheist Issue.
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