Essential Photos from NYC Pride 2016

Growing up, I loved summer camps, no matter what kind. I would beg my mom to send me to Camp Orkila, where all the cool kids went, on Orcas Island in Washington. I went to single-day cooking camps at the local community market. In the first grade, I began attending Camp Coyote, a place where I made best friends — and so many s’mores — year after year, eventually becoming a counselor myself. Then, of course, there were the Mormon summer camps. You might think a closeted young lesbian would have hated them, but I looked forward to going every time — yes, even the year that I had to participate in Trek, a multiday reenactment of the pioneer trail, which included pulling a heavy wagon through the woods while wearing a dress and bonnet. The most important thing was I got to be outside — and yeah, maybe I flirted with the girls a little. Keep Reading →