My kid came out last night.

And it was No Big Deal.

dori mondon
3 min readSep 23, 2022
A photo of LGBTQIA+ written in rainbow-colored letters across someone’s knuckles
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The Glow-Up

In August 2020, my daughter and I moved to western Massachusetts so I could attend college as part of a non-traditional students’ program. She was a little girl two years ago — she had bangs straight across her forehead, she was obsessed with Harry Potter (especially Emma Watson), and had no qualms about wearing a t-shirt with a panda bear on it and a pair of leggings.

But it’s 2022 now. She’s had two years to glow up, and whoa, y’all. I’m already terrified, because my daughter is a total knock-out and the selfies I’ve seen tell me she knows it.

We live on the campus of a historically-women’s* college, a notorious bastion of leftist, feminist thought, and it’s full of queers and genderbenders and theybies on skateboards. She enjoys hanging out on campus, and she’s an astutely observant kid.

Middle school, here we come.

She has just begun sixth grade, so we are now in a time of concern about appearance, fashion trends, conversations about liking people, and headphones that seem as if they’ve been surgically attached to her head. And of course mood swings, Billie Eilish adoration, slamming doors, “borrowing” my stuff, the works — indeed, we have arrived.



dori mondon

Compulsive storyteller. Typo fixer. Queerdo. Dog and kid mom. Digital DJ nerd. Ada Comstock scholar. I love coffee. A lot.