The Invisible Gay Boy Diaries

Hey there, Stranger.  i’m going to change. not tomorrow. not when the stars align. not when the world decides i’m ready. now. when i leave this place— this four-walled ache i’ve been calling home— when i move back, breathe different air, taste a little hope again, i won’t just be  waiting. i’ll be building. i’ll be becoming. this is my revelation: i am worthy, even when the mirror lies. i am strong, even when my hands shake. i am good, even when the world tries to stain me. i will love myself the way i love the broken, the way i love the ones who never asked to be saved. i deserve more than scraps. i deserve a love that holds me like a prayer. a man who looks at me like i’m a sunrise he never expected to see. i deserve joy that blooms even in winter. i deserve to laugh until i forget all the reasons i ever cried. i am a badass. i am a boss. i am a storm that learned to dance in its own rain. the universe is not against me. it’s been whispering my name all along. and i’m finall...

Hey there, Stranger. It’s officially March 1st. Spring has arrived. Soon, the earth will wake up. Tiny green sprouts will push through the soil, stretching toward the sun, preparing to bloom when summer comes. It happens every year, without fail. The flowers grow, they fade, they rest—and then, when the time is right, they begin again. It’s the quiet magic of life. How incredible is it that something so delicate can start over, again and again? No hesitation. No fear. Just the simple, natural trust that after the cold, there will always be warmth. This isn’t about the weather.  Happy spring.