The Closet Was Clean. I Was Never In It.
The Soap Opera journal / Blog This is a creation by Solano Drumond Also listen to our podcast about this post: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HF73k-hjFs The closet was clean, full of good memories, and I had never been in it. I was cleaning out the closet—you know, the kind of task that starts with a damp cloth and ends up revealing an entire autobiography. Between some forgotten t-shirts and a box of faded memories, I found everything: textures, scents, feelings... but shame? None. Guilt? I never lived here. And then it hit me: I'd never been in the closet. This whole idea of "coming out" always seemed... strange to me. As if, before I could exist in the world, I had to have lived trapped in some hidden, dusty space, awaiting approval. But I've always been who I am. I've never asked permission to exist—much less to love. While cleaning, I opened the drawers containing my most intimate clothes. And...