wiggling out my jiggle
Before everyone decided that ‘It Gets Better,’ I was a teenager hiding a burgeoning queer identity while living in a small religious community. I desperately needed to know there were people out there, living in the world, who thought like I did, who appreciated the same aspects of pop culture I did, and especially, who loved like I did. I needed to know it was better (already!) in cities I’d never been to, and for people I only dreamed of being friends with in real life (IRL). I needed it to be better now, at a time when I didn’t know anyone who openly supported gay rights. This was only possible for me through my dial-up modem.