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Here hangs First Pride . It’s a riot of color—sequins and leather and a thousand rainbows. The crowd is a blur of motion. In the center, a boy with glitter on his nose is laughing so hard he’s crying. That’s me. For the first time, I am not the “gay friend” or the “disappointment” or the “sinner.” I am just a boy, laughing in the sun, surrounded by thousands of people who also used to be alone in a crowded room.

I kept my own work in a closet. Sketches on napkins. Poems written in the notes app at 2 a.m. Polaroids of boys I was too scared to kiss. Crumpled, hidden, gathering dust. gallery gay blog

And then, maybe, go build your own gallery. Here hangs First Pride