For many Americans, Thanksgiving means coming face-to-face with all your fears, insecurities and failures, i.e. your family. Being queer can certainly add fuel to that familial firepit, but buck up, kids! We’re here to help you get through Turkey Day with your wits—and the top button of your pants—intact. When packing for your reluctant trip home, make sure to add these essentials to ensure you return in one piece, more or less.
Nothing says “Happy Holidays” like getting three sheets to the wind with your favorite spinster aunt—the one everyone says has a drinking problem, but you know just likes to have funs. Cut to dessert: Mom’s face-down in the Jell-O, dad’s yelling at the shadows on the wall and you and Auntie Maimed are crying over Downton Abbey.
The worst part about going home is missing out on all the Thanksgiving tail flooding into your gayborhood. The best part about going home? Capitalizing on all the Thanksgiving tail flooding back into your old stomping grounds.