I distinctly remember the first time I heard someone describe a look as “gay” without the negative connotations behind it. It defined the gay dress code for me as a baby gay. (Part 3/6).
The desire to “dress gay” stemmed from assuming I “straight-passed” to people in my day-to-day life: my peers, my professors, my co-workers. I spent my whole life surrounded by people who assumed I was heterosexual, and I wanted to take that away from them. (Part 1 of 6).