It’s a little weird being gay. Our culture revolves around our bodies whether we’re exposing them or admiring someone else. The art we make can be gay, but what’s gay about it? Is it immediately apparent? Is it gay because we make it or because it says something about the gay experience? Can we make gay art without shirtless boys, romance, and flags? Can we have a community without the one thing that brings us together, who we share a bed with? The gay experience is vast and varied, but who are we in the world without that one aspect that sets us apart from everyone else?