Jordan went quiet. He thought about his own novels. The heroes were always brave and stoic; the heroines, beautiful and nurturing. They kissed in the rain. But he'd never written a scene where two men simply made breakfast together, stealing bites of toast and laughing about a silly dream.
Alex smiled. "They've been together forty-two years. Met in college when it was still illegal in most states. That 'comfortable silence' took decades of work." Pictures sex- relationships sex gays- school.
"That's our story," Alex continued, gesturing around his apartment where his own photos were pinned to a corkboard—candid shots of friends, a lesbian couple fixing a flat tire, two trans men playing video games, a group of queer elders at a pride parade, not waving flags, but just sitting and talking. "Real life. And real life is romantic." Jordan went quiet