Everything about this is oh so lovely... I melted at this especially:


But he remembers, distantly, how it felt to do it because he liked it. How it felt to use other men’s music, other men’s tender words, as a crutch and not have to feel weak for it, because that was just what fucking singing was. To get swept up in a tide but not drown in it. He could use that.

I really love the queerness you rec, it feels like home to me.