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’m at Come Out With Pride Colors of Courage Collective. It’s their second year. It’s small but powerful.

I want to go gay pride in new Mexico. I used to live in Ohio where I always went to gay pride there

The message is timeless: We exist. We belong. We deserve to be here. and no amount of erasure changes that. This week I wrote about what Pride really means when the stakes are this high 🌈 https://prideonpurpose.substack.com/p/happy-pride-month

@Les Clark Thank you so much or the live call tonight! Your questions were thoughtful and I'll be sitting with them over the next few days. Really loved meeting everyone!! #WeGotThis 🥰