The script was written, handed down, I wore the suit, I played the clown. I truly believed the role I cast, Thought I had found the mold to last. ​I looked in mirrors and saw a man Following every expected plan. I honestly thought the path was true, The narrow road, the status quo view. ​No secret thrill, no hidden ache, I swore the life I led was no mistake. I built the house on solid ground, Where only "straight" was ever found. ​But truth is patient, truth is slow; It waits for when you’re ready to know. The scales fell off, the blindness died— The version of me I thought I occupied. ​It wasn't a mask I knew I wore, I really believed what I stood for. But now the sunlight hits the floor, And I am not that man anymore. ​The secret’s out, the heavy weight is strayed, I claim the truth: I am, and always have been, gay. WILLIAM CAPPOLA

I walked into a bathroom and saw signs for "women & nonbinary" and "men & nonbinary." Someone thought about me. Someone considered that I exist. Someone made space for me without me having to ask or explain. It's a small sign. But it felt huge. This is what true inclusion looks like - thoughtful. Spaces that say "you belong here". If you've felt this kind of welcomed recently, I want to hear about it. Drop it below. Let's celebrate the spaces - and the people - who get it. 💛

Hey 👋 I already wrote this in the comments section of a post but I wanted to write a whole post about this because I'm literally so happy in these days I feel so seen because I came out to a group of friends (but I actually don't know them very well, we just volunteer together at our church's summer camp) and after telling one of them, and after that all of them, they stayed in the kitchen with me for about one hour asking, giving me advice and just truly being happy for me. I felt like I was about to cry for happiness and gratitude 🥹🥹 and they still supporting me everyday during summer camp