I found out that I was gay in 2008, and started publishing articles in small newspapers in 2009. Recently I suddenly wanted to write something, so here I am.
I don't want to write the article in a depressing way, even though I know that my identity has to bear more things than ordinary people, and I often suddenly fall into silence with my friends because of a certain topic. Worldliness is a common pain for all gays, but I don't want to use it as a selling point for my creations, just like knowing that it is a wound, but insisting on showing it and saying, Look, my wound is so bloody and rusty. I prefer to simply write about feelings, like all pure and ignorant love without taboos. Life is like a glass of water made from vitamin effervescent tablets, with clear colors and some bubbles, but without the powerful force that suddenly overturns your life.
The tone of the article is somewhat literary and somewhat vulgar, relaxed and melancholy. Stories are close to reality created by memories and imagination, and the ending must be beautiful, even if there are sometimes abnormal creative ideas.
The protagonist looks like me, but is not me. The characters are gay, but not just gay.