Chapter Twelve
Ida
I lean against the closed door Faye just walked out of. I take a few deep breaths to steady myself. To remind myself this is what I wanted. Not what just happened exactly, but something like this. An event to force me out of the closet. Something to break the spiral of fear I’ve been trapped in all my life. Because I’ve had enough of all this pretending. Of fulfilling studio bosses’ and moviegoers’ straight fantasies about me. Of keeping all these feelings tucked deep inside and wishing they would just go away. It’s not working anymore. It has never worked, even though I’ve been excellent at telling myself that it has.
Just a little while longer. Just a few more millions in the bank. One more movie. One more year of loneliness on top of all the time I’ve spent loathin
