My Family’s Queer Legacy Made Me the Witch I Am Today

Before rainbow flags lined store shelves and Pride became a marketing strategy, there was Pinky’s—a small restaurant in 1950s Chicago that, thanks to a chance encounter and a whole lot of heart, became an unexpected sanctuary for the queer community. In this deeply personal blog post, I share the true story of my great-grandparents, how their unconditional love created a space for chosen family, and how that legacy shaped me into the Emotional Support Witch and witchy auntie I am today.

This is a story of sacred rebellion, radical hospitality, and the kind of Pride that’s lived every day—not just in June.
It’s a love letter to the misfits, the magic-makers, and the ones still searching for home.