On National Coming Out Day, the Closet Squad dons fabulous uniforms, just the right balance of denim and leather, no cheap vinyl here, girls, and they march for the closets.
And lock themselves in them.
Knock all you want. Not coming out. And you can’t make them.
It’s not a problem with them. It’s your problem. You just don’t understand, you just don’t know, you just don’t realize how hard it is for them in there, but it would be harder to face the discrimination… the harassment…
Do I smell cheesecake? Oh, can you just slip some under the door?