I’ve Got Southern-Fried Queer Pride

A Prism and Pen prompt response.

Photo by Sander Dalhuisen on Unsplash

I can remember chugging down a glass of lemonade like it was liquid gold. It was another summer at mawmaw’s house and the heat outside had already forced a retreat. “You’re letting my good air out Joe, it’s either out or in,” the adults would say, giving me a loving ultimatum.