Who In The World Is Cameron Esposito?: The Scarlet Lesbian
I kissed a woman for the first time when I was 20 years old. I attended a college in Boston where it was very hip to be an activist; we had a term for it: social justice-y. Whoever had the greatest number of safety pins holding their backpack together was king, that kind of place.
It was a Catholic school, and I was studying Theology with vague aspirations of becoming a priest. Of course, women cannot be priests in the Catholic Church, so the vagueness of these aspirations cannot be stressed enough. I didn’t overthink it.
I went on solidarity trips with other social justice-y kids. We’d peacefully protest or try to be of service building houses or serving meals. Looking back at it now, I’m not sure we were the most helpful resource that could have been provided to a developing community—maybe they could have …