It was almost funny. His name was Christian, yet those people seemed to hate him the most. Christian wasn't the flamboyant, fashion-forward gay. He was the quiet, deer-in-headlights-eyes type. He was told for being this way, he would burn in hell. Christian would considered a sinner for whom he loved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Alex was the epitome of the gay stereotype. He was the drag queen you saw at every party. He and his friends, who, in case you couldn't figure it out, were all female, watched the Real Housewives of wherever all the time. You wouldn't be able to tell who Alex really was, though. Underneath it all, he hated the parties, the "Are you gay?" questions. He wasn't gay to show off. He was gay to love.
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