when i was 15, i traveled from my small conservative town to stay a few days with a queer online friend who lived in the east bay. they were one of the only people i was out to-- i was so far in the closet at that point, i couldn't even bring myself to say the word "gay" out loud. it was my first time meeting an out queer person and my first time in a big city. walking around the castro district, seeing rainbow flags in windows and visibly queer people walking down the streets...it made me realise for the first time that maybe being queer didn't have to mean a lifetime of isolation, hiding, shame, and suffering. maybe it could mean something beautiful.
— San Francisco, California











