It took me a long time to find my footing when the pandemic hit. After returning from filming Canada’s Drag Race, my light felt dim.
I almost got married to get out, and begin living my life. The stars finally aligned and I realized I
was doing the wrong thing. I applied for a job in a different province. I got the job. I told my
mom, and assured her it was very well-paying (it wasn’t) and that it had promising room for professional growth (it didn’t), and I was on my way.
I was 25 when I moved out, and finally built a safe haven for every facet of myself. There I was, in my own room, with my own job, hopping on the STM (Montreal Subway system) to go wherever my queer heart desired. I didn’t have a coming out process in the ways white people do, for me it was more of a gradual and internal process. Two-spirit educator and professor, Alex Wilson writes about ‘coming-in’ in relation to Cree folks. She says, “Coming in does not centre on the declaration of independence that characterizes ‘coming out’ in mainstream depictions of the lives of LGBTQI people. Rather, coming in is an act of returning, fully present in our selves, to resume our place as a valued part of our families, cultures, communities, and lands, in connection with all our relations”.