Imogen, Obviously

by Becky Albertalli

How does this work? Am I stepping into a room or turning on a light?

the way this explains having to come out later in life after questioning yourself for so long.

Maybe shared experiences shouldn’t be the foundation at all. Maybe it should be a promise to hold space for variation.

“I’ve never existed in the same space as someone like that.

I want to laugh until I sob. I want to memorize this feeling—every shade, every shadow, from every angle. I slide my fingertips along her cheekbones, catching raindrops. The way she’s watching me makes me feel boundless. Doors flung open, no fences. Earnestness, all the way down.

THE GAY YEARNING

I feel like sunlight through lace.