Prism & Pen<p>Coming out didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like stepping into a different kind of performance. One where I still didn’t quite fit. Because even inside the <a href="https://stranger.social/tags/queer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>queer</span></a> community, I’ve often felt like I’m on the outside looking in.<br><a href="https://medium.com/prismnpen/my-quiet-kind-of-pride-was-born-in-small-town-australia-b3082005304b?sk=4fc2bb5a8ee4edd709d81ad0f2bc76ae" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">medium.com/prismnpen/my-quiet-</span><span class="invisible">kind-of-pride-was-born-in-small-town-australia-b3082005304b?sk=4fc2bb5a8ee4edd709d81ad0f2bc76ae</span></a></p><p><a href="https://stranger.social/tags/LGBTQ" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LGBTQ</span></a> <a href="https://stranger.social/tags/Pride" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Pride</span></a> <a href="https://stranger.social/tags/FittingIn" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>FittingIn</span></a> <a href="https://stranger.social/tags/Outsider" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Outsider</span></a></p>