"You know, it’s like that time in seventh grade when I lent you my brand-new ten-speed. You brought it back, the front fender was crushed, my seat was torn —"
It’s our god-given right to have everything that straight people have. Because we’re every bit as much human as they are.
Last thing I do remember is you telling me that you wouldn’t come to my prom. But they said that you showed up after all.