Dear Nobody Wanted a gay Homecoming Queen, You told us a girl in the bathroom said, “Nobody wanted a gay Homecoming Queen.” She’ll never know you were in the bathroom stall. Moments like this can shrink a person if they let them. Instead, you grew larger than it. What those girls said revealed something about their world, not yours. You had already done the brave thing: you showed up as yourself. You let people see you. And for one bright night under those lights, your classmates chose you. Crowns are strange things. They sit lightly on the head, but heavily in memory. You didn’t just win Homecoming Queen. You expanded what the crown means. Sincerely, Robert X. Fogarty
