True Colours, Cyndi Lauper’s version. A very vivid memory. I was 15 and had moved out west to a tiny valley town when I started questioning myself. I was back in Toronto to visit family and I looked up the village and rode the train there in hopes to just look at people. I didn’t know anyone who was LGBT at the time. I remember walking into the Second Cup in the village and sat down with my coffee when True Colours came on. Every single person in there including the staff stopped what they were doing and started singing along. A couple of people put their arms around each other. I couldn’t help but cry happy tears in my coffee. And I felt like there was a world beyond that homophobic/racist town. That moment kind of saved my life.
Awna Teixeira, New Mexico