Thankful for Grandma Christine Hello my lovelies. As we come to the end of a wonderful Pride Month, I thought I would tell the story of when I knew that being an out gay person was going to be okay.
I told a version of this story when I first started writing for Dallas Voice, about nine years ago. I’m revisiting it now because, hopefully, my writing skills have improved but also for my younger audience — assuming that I have made some new fans.
My grandmother on my dad’s side was the best person I have ever known. Her name was Christine Love, and she babysat me a lot when I was little.
In fact, my sister and I would spend most of the summers at her place in Mineola, Texas. She encouraged me from a very young age to do art of any kind.