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Living your truth is important, but sometimes living the lie is what keeps you warm, fed, looked after…breathing. Which is something a lot of people looking in from the outside don’t get.
It’s unfair how heterosexuals get to love, laugh, and live so freely, while we second-guess everything. Our actions are always cautious.
“To answer your question,” Bryson says. “Yes, I think I might be.”
He breaks then. Whoever says that boys don’t cry—or shouldn’t cry—needs to walk off a very short pier into a shark-infested ocean.
Morning comes without permission.
His finger pauses, near my lip, as though he’s asking permission. I subtly shift forward, giving it.
“Hey, Bry…,” a female voice starts, but tapers out at the sight of us. Bryson and I turn to find who I assume is Bryson’s sister standing there. “What’s going on here?” Her eyes are wide as she studies us, but then her face breaks into a grin. “Tell me everything.”
Gay or straight, everyone has heard the horrors that some kids endure when they come out. It isn’t just warmth and acceptance for everyone. Sometimes it’s a real goddamn nightmare. It’s the reason the closet exists. And why it will keep existing.
And that’s the truth of the matter. A lot of people believe that this stuff doesn’t still happen…but it does. There are still people who have to fight just to exist, just to love. Just as there are still people who will go out of their way to make that very simple human right something unattainable.
It was real then. And it’s real now. I’m using my wish now. I wish you were here. I miss you.
Children growing up deserve to see themselves as heroes, whether slaying dragons, saving the world, or simply falling in love.
