You’re 15 when you fall in love with every one of your straight male friends, cementing the impossible as the desired. You’re 17 when you spend summer vacation tracking down every hometown guy who’s come out since leaving for college, and you realize that secrecy might be the spiciest ingredient of sex. You’re 18 when you shoot your first film about an ambitious fool teeming with homosexual undertones, and you fail at coming out to the community through creative osmosis.
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