The gay boy entertains. He’s witty. Fashionable. Funny. Sarcastic.
The gay boy helps. He gossips. He’s smart. He hears you complain and watches you fail. The gay boy bullies. He laughs at the gays who are too fat and too old. He spreads rumors, and cuts with his eyes.
The gay boy isn’t real. He’s a caricature.
The real boy has a heart that breaks. He’s afraid of being alone. He lives in a world where acceptance is paramount, and truth is secondary.
“Gay” is happenstance. The real boy is romantic. He dreams. He loves. He’s as passionate as he is bewildered.
And as with he, so are we.