The Nonconformists. The outcasts. The sometimes picked last. Queer people, I see you and I love you so much. I love your nails, I love your style, I love how you love, how you build community, how you show up for your friends, your family (even those that hurt and still hurt you), how you have licked your wounds and learned to love again, how you love who you love no matter what a bitch got to say about it. I love how you are willing to stand on the frontlines of the resistance fighting for a world and people who have treated you with such hate. I love how you are intent on living your life the way