All My Friends Are Here: Dragon Age 2 and the Importance of Queer Friendships
It’s 2011. I’m fourteen years old and I am sitting deep inside of the closet. It’s a wooden box that fits me to the T and no matter how I try and move, I find it hard to breathe. When I do attempt to find the door, the fear of being released out in the open, to have everyone’s eyes on me, is what keeps me from moving. It’s that feeling that dogs me, and will continue to do so, for the next six years.
But of course, there are moments of startling clarity, and none has been more sharp than when I