Soon before leaving a Saturday rave, I talked to 2 dudes who may or may not have been literal n@zis and it made me so fucking uncomfortable (I mean duh) Idk I still think about it. Spending lots of time with comforting and supporting people, sometimes makes me forget there are people like…those, and that my parents’ fears of me being assaulted for being “visibly gay” aren’t unwarranted