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Why must we persist in this flamboyant hellscape? Souls yearning for something real. We chant mantras of self-love while spiraling into romantic doom, swiping through profiles like war generals drafting battle plans, knowing full well we’re marching into heartbreak.
We dream of tender masculinity wrapped in mesh and contradiction—of soft boys with hard abs who speak in poetry and text back fast. But reality hits like a surprise verse in a Lady Gaga remix: he’s either emotionally unavailable or too into astrology to commit.
unfolds the torment of gay yearning: we seek the perfect gay with a tragic backstory, only to end up third-wheeling his situationship or ghosted mid-conversation about mutual trauma. We hope someone will look past the curated chaos and see our hearts beating behind the harness.
The strobe lights flicker like dying stars. And we dance—half in irony, half in desperate hope—that somewhere, beneath the glitter and Grindr notifications, love still pulses.

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