Chapter 15I have lost my heart, but not my self-control.
—Jane Austen, Emma
Freddie
Jamie and I turn the corner onto Weymouth Square, and there are about five rainbows all in a row. Three flags, one tote, and a shirt emblazoned in pink with the phrase Love is love.
I forgot that Pride wasn’t just a thing on my phone, a thing to scroll past quickly before anyone catches me staring with envy.
Only a month and a half re-immersed in Mormondom, and I’m already experiencing culture shock in the outside world. My two friend groups are meeting and I’m nervous to see if they’ll like each other.
This isn’t an official Pride event, but people here are unafraid to love out loud anyway. This is America. It’s an urban area. If a butch lesbian wants to cozy up thigh-to-thigh with her girlfriend, ab
