What we see here is a side of my drawer with a bunch of hospital visit stickers, and a bag (a quite small one) holding a Pride flag. What's really happening here, the full context, is that the photo is obviously staged. I put it there, just to preface. But my deeper meaning is that these were hospital visitor stickers for my grandmother, who passed away around this time last year. The flag was something that she put (hid) away when she was cleaning my room once (voluntarily, I don't ask for it but I guess she just likes to). Never mentioned it to my parents who're extremely disapproving of the whole thing. And not out of ignorance? She's very smart and I doubt she wouldn't know what the flag stood for. I never got to ask her but she truly did embody Catholicism, so I feel like in some way she accepted me and by hiding it she was showing her solidarity. I feel like in immigrant families there tends to be a lot of disapproval in queerness. Especially families with religious ties and history. The stigma is really restrictive and just reproduces itself in families that are hard to breakaway from, whether it be like the inability to break away from the family itself or the inability to break away from those internalized feelings brought on by that disapproval, and I think it's pretty prevalent in times like these.