When we gather,

I am not someone’s gay sister or friend

I am more than just “the other”

I am perfectly fine.

 

When we gather,

my attraction goes unquestioned

my relationships get full recognition,

as does my heartache in the end.

 

When we gather,

I am more myself than ever.

I’d like to do this again,

even only for an hour.

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