You know what would be gay as hell?

Ice cream sandwiches, in the back of a pickup truck, in a rainstorm, hitchhiking from Boston, Massachusetts to New Port, Oregon. Only one person is allowed to wear a button down. Rock, paper, scissors tournaments are involved in deciding which one. Two out of three. Let’s go.

You know what else, though –

A hypothetical space in which nobody had to be made invisible, or make themselves invisible, if they didn’t want to be.

A space where nobody ever had to tell anyone that they were valid because the concept of a lack of validity didn’t exist.

A space in which people approached one another with curiosity instead of expectations.

A space where nobody had to come out, because y’all had never made the assumption that existing in any particular fashion is a deviatation from the norm.

Purely hypothetically, I think this would be wonderful, and I kind of want to go and physically build places like this with my own bare hands.

I’m saying this because I am very good at making myself invisible. I didn’t even get to be that way on purpose. It’s just a habit. Being a pathological liar is a habit. So is not ever saying certain things out loud.

And sometimes it hurts.

So it would be fucking beautiful for nobody to ever have to feel that way. Not if I could help it.

I hope it’s a solid Wednesday and I love you.