06/03/2026
When I was a small boy, I used to search for myself everywhere...in the families on television, in the love stories in books, in the lives of the grown-ups around me. I was looking for proof. Proof that a boy like me could grow up and be loved out loud. That there was a version of the future where I belonged in it. I rarely found it. And when you don’t see yourself anywhere, you start to wonder if you’re allowed to exist at all.
I think about that boy often. I think about how desperate he was for one image, just one, of a family that looked like the one he secretly hoped he might someday have. How much lighter he would have felt if someone had simply shown him: this is possible, and it is beautiful.
So let me say to him, and to every kid still searching: it is possible. It is beautiful. I know, because I’m living it. I love my husband in the full light of day. I’m raising our children in a home built on tenderness. I get to be the proof I once went looking for and I don’t take a moment of it for granted, because so many fought and loved anyway so this life could be mine.
That is why I feel a responsibility to share our story. To keep it visible. Because representation isn’t vanity, it’s a lifeline thrown across time to the next frightened kid. And at a moment when our dignity, our families, and our very right to be ourselves are under attack in ways I never imagined I’d see again, telling the truth about our love becomes an act of hope, and of defiance.
I believe, fundamentally, that people are good. I believe we can always be better.... to each other, for each other, and through each other. I believe in basic dignity, the kind every single person deserves simply for being alive. And above all else, I believe love is the thing that outlasts the fear.
This month and every month, I will keep championing it: love, acceptance, growth, tolerance, dignity... everything we all deserve.
I am proud of the family we’ve built. I am proud of the boy who never stopped hoping.
I am proud to be q***r.
