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“What are you going to write?” Sam asked.

The first year, he held one for his cousin, Elena, who had come out as a lesbian and been met with silence from their abuela. Marco, barely seventeen and still calling himself an “ally,” had stood in the crowd with a paper star that read “Familia es Familia.” busty latina shemale

Marco had been coming to the Pride Lantern Festival for six years, but this was the first time he wasn’t holding a lantern for someone else. “What are you going to write

Marco’s lantern wobbled for a moment, caught in a current of air, and then it found its place among the others. Not at the front. Not at the back. Just there—a small, warm light in a constellation of lights, each one different, each one part of the same imperfect, luminous sky. Marco’s lantern wobbled for a moment, caught in

And he saw Sam, holding a blank lantern, waiting for him.

But his boyfriend, Sam—a cisgender gay man with a gentle laugh and an infuriating ability to be patient—had simply put the lantern kit on the kitchen table and said, “I’m not asking you to go for them. I’m asking you to go for you.”

He uncapped the marker and wrote: